Hi there. I know, it seems I haven't written a damn thing in weeks. I have, just, well, not here. You see down at the bottom, that new little LiveJournal link? I've been posting little snippets there, because I just haven't had the energy to write a whole long update here. I'm fine, all's well, I just haven't been in the mood, you know? Anyway, there are some entries in the LiveJournal, along with wee cats and a space for you to talk back at me. Go on, go check it out.
Hey there. It really doesn't feel like it's been very long since I wrote an entry -- time flies when you're doing the exact same thing every day. Heh. At least I haven't had a repeat of the Terrible, Rotten, No-Good Day I yalked about in my last entry, which is a good thing indeed.
My mom was here for Easter weekend -- kind of a spur of the moment thing, since we had assumed my brother and his girlfriend would be visiting her that weekend. They decided to see her parents instead, though, so she was free to head into the 'burbs of Boston for a weekend at my place. She arrived at around 11:30 Saturday (allowing me to sleep in a bit, and to tidy the apartment up before she got here, hurrah!) and we decided to hop the T into Boston for the day. We hadn't actually gone downtown together since last summer -- hell, since moving out here and quitting therapy, I never go downtown. We drove the the Orange Line station and took the train to Back Bay, and wandered around the Copley Mall for a little while. Lunch at Chili's was followed by more mall-wandering -- my ego boost for the day (oh, hell, for the millenium) was a clerk at Brookstone's flirting with me while we browsed the expensive toys. He was cute, in a geeky sort of way, and smiled and said hello as I walked by. This seemed like perfectly normal store clerk behavior, until he gave me a little sideways smile and extra "Hi" as I walked by. I elbowed my mom and whispered "Is he checking me out, or do I have something on my face?" Mom looked, and confirmed that he seemed to like me rather a lot. We browsed the back of the store while I got my mad blushing under control, and then headed for the door. When we stopped to admire a very expensive hammock, the clerk started walking toward me (ignoring the folks who were very apparently trying to buy stuff from him) and I... scurried out the door and around the corner. My mom scolded me thoroughly when she caught up with me, but what can I say? I don't get flirted with often. It confuses me. Excuse me, I need to go hide.
After that unfortunate (though ego-boosting) episode, we checked out the new Virgin Megastore on Newbury Street. The Virgin store replaced Tower Records, who apparently lost their lease last year. It was sad, really -- Tower was a landmark for years, and was one of my favorite haunts in college. The Virgin store is pretty much the same, though -- lots of loud music and monitors blasting completely unrelated music videos, plus more CDs than should be allowed in one place. I found two CDs I wanted (well, to be truthful I found about 100 I wanted, but I restrained myself) while Mom hunted unsuccessfully for the CD she wanted, and we headed back down Newbury Street toward the T station. We picked up the car and went to the grocery store, all the while speculating on better ways to handle the cute shop clerk situation (running out of the store was apparently not the best idea. Who knew?) A quick grocery shop, and then we went home to eat, drink wine, watch miondless TV, and talk. Sunday morning, we did laundry and talked, and then she headed home. It's always sad to see her go -- I wish she lived nearer. Weekends with her visiting are more relaxing than weekends alone, somehow.
In other news, I haven't heard a word about the jobs I applied for in New Hampshire. Sigh. I do know that one of them has been filled, but that's okay, as it was the one I was less enthusiastic about. The other has since been reposted, which I've been told means they didn't get enough applicants the first time. Um, hi, I applied! Call me! I emailed the library director to ask if I needed to reapply, and to express my continued interest in the job, and... nothing. Not a word back. Sigh. It bothers me, a lot. Not only does this job sound like just what I'm looking for, but the whole thing is a flashback to the end of my senior year of undergraduate school, when I sent out resumes to every newspaper in the area, and got no response at all. I'm getting really worried that I won't find a job, and will be stuck in limbo forever at my current job. Overdramatic, yes, but it worries me. I like my job, in spite of all the bitching I do. But I don't want to keep doing it forever. In the last few months, I've taken on a lot more responsibility, and am basically acting as a supervisor to my coworkers. This is all well and good, except we don't have supervisors where I work. What I'm doing is acting as a supervisor without any compensation, and it sucks. The headaches all day at work suck, and the constant stomachaches suck, and the klnowledge that I've progressed as far as possible in my job? That really sucks. If I don't find another job, I'll never have anything better than what I have now, and the thought of that makes me want to thump my head against a very hard wall for an hour or two. So, sigh. I'm hoping the reason I haven't heard anything from New Hampshire is because they're busy getting the resumes together, and are waiting until they have a time set up to interview me. I want this job, a lot. So for now I'll just wait, and chew my nails, and hope the phone rings.