In a bit less than three days, I will be back in PGH, and back in my love's arms. I'll be gone for somewhere around 2.5 weeks, which I am completely looking forward to. What I'm hoping is that when I get back, I'll become far more mercenary about my stuff. I'm thinking garbage bags and donation boxes at this point. I've only got a couple of boxes packed, though if you were to count my crafting stuff, I guess there is more. How screwed I am really depends on whether I find a job while I'm there this time.
Tomorrow, I've got a phone interview with a huge company for a phone customer service position. There are serious pros and serious cons to this job. Pros: it pays fairly well, awesome benefits, good company probably = a fair amount of job security. Cons: It's not on the bus line so I'd have to take my car, I don't know if my car will make it out there, 30ish minute drive each way, weird hours and likely working holidays. I'd much rather be in the city, or at least somewhere I can take a bus to get to. But I do really need to work. BUT I've not even had an interview yet. However, as I've said, the thought of driving my car 6 hours to get it there scares the hell out of me. I'm not sure if it'll make it there and if it doesn't, it'll pretty much stay where it dies because I can't afford to get it anywhere at the moment. I never thought this would be easy, though, so I'm just going to forge ahead and meet whatever challenges hit me.
I'm nervous about the interview tomorrow, though. I have a tendency not to be great in interviews. I'll be happy at 10:30 when it's over and behind me. I do have a friend that works there, so perhaps a good word has been put in, which makes me a bit less nervous. That and I can wear my pink flannel gnome pajamas during a job interview and have my resume' right there on my computer screen! So, I guess I'll hope for the best, whatever that may be. Be it getting this job, or finding one that's going to be easier and less stressful to get to.
I am ridiculously excited about leaving on Thursday, though. Most important, I'll see my love again. It's going on a month since we've seen each other, which is the longest amount of time we've gone. That, and this distance thing is getting old. Don't get me wrong, I'd travel to the farthest reaches of the Earth for him, but I'd much rather be near him and able to see him every day. And as the end to this distance draws nearer, I become more and more impatient. But the approximately two and a half weeks I am there should help to hold me over for whatever remaining week(s) are left before the move is permanent. There are lots of exciting things going on those weeks, and also lots of time for us to relax and spend a lot of time together.
It's very cold here where my computer is. I'm thinking some tea and a blanket sounds pretty good right now.
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