I feel like my whole life is on hold. Ok, not all of it, but a big, important chunk of it. I have still not heard from The Big H, as I have come to not-so-lovingly call it. Its better than Monkey-Fucker-We-Don't-Care-About-The-Little-People-CUNY. Which is why I usually call it in my head. Regardless, no word. It is now 13 days into May, which technically leaves them with 18 more days to tell me. Take away the Sundays when there's no mail and I'm still making myself crazy. Perhaps its time for another phone call but I sort of don't want to hear that they'll definitely be telling everyone by the end of June. If that's the case, I may have to throw my phone out the window. And I don't really want to do that, because then I'd have lost a device for complaining about how I haven't heard from The Big H. Monkey Fuckers.
I have a big weekend coming up. I start my part-time job tomorrow, from 12-5. I'm excited and a little nervous. Not nervous that I won't be good at it or won't like it, but nervous that it will eat up too much of my down time, my weekend time, my M. time. But, I sure could use the extra money once I'm up to the full hours on Saturdays and Sundays. I will almost be able to make rent on the p/t work alone. And that's going to be HUGE if I ever hear from The Big H and they actually want me and I'm not so pissed about how I was treated that I actually attend.
And M.'s sister is in town, which means jamming in a lot of NYC stuff that I don't normally do. I'm looking forward to it.
So, I think I'm boring today. Oops.