It's really cold, but at least there is sun. This is the second day since I've been here that I haven't had to shovel the driveway. This makes me very happy because I hate shoveling snow. I'd rather be at the gynecologist's office with my hoo-ha bared for all to see. So you can see how much I hate shoveling snow. This could be a bad thing, as I have no idea where I'll be living in the years to come.
My niece bought a house. It's an adorable bungalow, and she doesn't really have to do anything to it to be able to live in it. She's working on the kitchen, which I call the Cherry Pit (it's ALL RED, which normally isn't bad, but in a small space, it looks even smaller), but everything is still useable. Her cats seem to have gotten used to it. I got to help decorate, which was fun. And the basement is part cave. Wiley, you'd love it. Me, I'd hate it. Wood paneling, anyone? If that was gone, it'd be perfect. No windows to see out, which for me, would be great. I can't sleep if it's not dark. And when I say dark, I mean pitch-black. So I always have my eye patch with me.
Today I finally figured out how to get the internet to work at my grandmother's house, and I've been a computer whore all day. First, I was at Panera, where it took me a half-hour to figure out what was wrong with my computer (it wanted to dial to get a connection - my computer is old, but not that old), and Wiley was on the line with me helping figure it out. But once I got going, there was no stopping me. I emailed, I chatted, I applied to more jobs, I checked out some career sites...all while sipping tea and eating a cherry breakfast pastry in the corner.
I have two job interviews next week! Both of them sound like great positions, even though they are in completely different fields. But see, when a recession is a'hittin', and you're a bum like me, you can apply to everything you'd ever want to do, and let the chips fall where they may. There are times when I grip the table and imagine myself a homeless woman with nits in her hair, but that's still a ways off. If I don't have a job in a couple of months, this could very well be me. But I'm a gracious moocher...or I like to think I am. You can ask Wiley's parents and my grandmother for their opinions if you like, but I'm happy believing I'm a gracious moocher.
Because of my job interviews, I needed a new suit, which I snagged at the outlet mall in Williamsburg, Iowa. And oh yes, we got cheese curds, and they are tasty.
Since coming back to the States, my taste buds have reveled in all they've experienced: cheese curds; avocados; Wendy's; Sonic; Sheridan's; popcorn; Coke Zero; Tostitos tortilla chips; cinnamon and raisin cereal; my Kashi cereal; salads; and even graham crackers with frosting. I'm pulling out all the stops. Tasty vittles, Dear Reader, tasty vittles.
And on Monday, I drive 7 or 8 hours east to hopefully land a job. Cross your fingers, do a dance, whatever you believe in. Me, I'll be preparing for the interviews by talking to myself in the car and in a mirror to see if I sound ridiculous or look retarded. I doubt I will, but preparation is key to keeping those willies at bay.