So much for keeping up with this. A lot is going on, though it feels like it's going so slowly. I'm still looking for a job, and today will be my fourth visit to the TV station where I'm trying to get a freelance editing position. So I feel good about it, really good, but I also don't want to get my hopes too high because I've had situations where I've been totally sure I'd get the job and then didn't and that felt awful.
Other news, I got a great review copy yesterday, or at least I think so. It looks good anway. It's called Jonathan Stroud and Mr. Novell (or at least I think it is, I don't have it with me at the time). Did anyone else get one? I still haven't read a book this year that I like as much as the Time Traveller's Wife and I'm hoping to find one soon. Well, ok, not true, I just read Good in Bed by Jennifer Weiner and totally loved it, and you should all read it too because it's just a fabulous book. But it came out a few years ago so doesn't count. I'm reading the Well of Lost Plots by Jasper Fforde and Blue Blood by Edward Conlon right now. Edward? Someone. Again, book in other room, me lazy. Fritz is freaking out, we have a bunch of people in the house tearing up carpeting and putting in hardwood floors and he only feels good when my Mom's around. He's having a rough time making do with me. But tell me what you think of the books. And Laura, if you get a review copy of Iron Council by China Mieville and don't want it, send it my way please.
It's been awhile. I'm still here, sort of. I'm just enjoying the whole having sex thing. And I'm busy trying to get a job. The guy I'm seeing is now the store manager. I need to get out of here really quickly. I've been job shadowing an acquaintence who works at a TV station doing postproduction, and I feel that will turn into something, though maybe not as quickly as I would like. Because I want something now. I'm freaked out that he's going to dump me, or at least say that we can't see each other until I get another job. Which would suck ASS because then rather than pretending to not see him on the side, I would have to be at work with the whole broken heart thing going on, working with the person who broke my heart, and pretending that absolutely nothing is wrong. Sometimes I just stop and like David Byrne, wonder "How did I get here?" It's all written down for posterity so I know how it happened, but it's one of those synapses not firing situations, I can't quite figure out how I reached this point.
I just want something else, somewhere else. I like my life, except for the blatant lie in the middle of it.
So in other news, going to a barbecue today. We have a barbecue going on downstairs as well, for the people in our condo complex. How my house was selected I do not know. I should be there as I'll be the person living here, ALONE next year. I'm really not looking forward to that. I want a roommate or something, I don't like being alone. I might just move out and get an apartment, I don't know. I'm really kind of in flux right now. Hopefully things will sort of settle by the end of the summer.