cynebeah is in town! I haven't seen her in years, and I hope to spend time with her tomorrow and Monday morning. She talked to me about my possible move to Kitchener, and warned me at just how expensive it will be. As a result, I didn't sleep too well. I kept thinking about how on earth I would get myself there, let alone with my chinchillas and my necessities.
But this morning,
f00dave said that if my parents would lend me their little truck, he could drive me there over the course of a long weekend. If this is possible, I believe it would be the best option. The willas could ride in the cab with us, and I'd be able to bring my bike, computer, stereo, clothing, and so forth. But gas is
sooooooooo expensive, and f00 would have to drive a dreadfully long time without any real break (he has to rush back to NB to teach his class). And I still don't even know where I'll be living, or where f00 will be living, or if I'm indeed moving, at all.
The uncertainty is beyond unsettling.
I had my second telephone interview last night, this time with the human resources representative from the hotel. I hadn't expected the phone call (no interview had been scheduled), and I'm very glad it took place before I had that chocolatini! Since I was taken unawares, I stumbled over my words a bit. For whatever reason, I couldn't remember the word "presentation," and it was exactly the word I was trying to say. Argh. Still, I think it all ended up ok, although the interview seemed awfully short. From here, I think that if I get another interview, it will be with the general manager of the hotel.
This is going to be a crazy weekend.
cynebeah's in town. Sephira and John are in town. I have an appointment at the hotel downtown after work tonight. I teach a class tomorrow. I want to go kayaking tomorrow (but am almost definitely not going to be able to), or maybe even get to the gym since I won't be able to on Monday morning, as usual.
On the up side, weight training yesterday was excellent. I managed to up six sets of weights. SIX. That's my personal record.
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