Moving, Rejection, Redemption and Babies

I'm outta the dorm. The move went smoothly.

Within five minutes, mover #1 who later told me he was 56 after asking my age, asked where I was from and said I had a Spanish face. The other two didn't speak a whole lot of English -- ok, none -- but we managed. It was fun. Of course I wish I had that money back but it's too late now. I got turned down for that shitty-ass office job. That's pretty bad. So I'm on the lookout for other work.

I'm not quite sure what I want to do. My priority this summer is to research and write. But I have to eat and have fun so a job is what I need. I may try the temp route. We'll see. But first things first.

The semester has to officially end. This means I need to complete my final paper. I'm on page 14 but I'm struggling with a section about Monique Wittig. She's French. They're hard to nail down. I'm at school right now so I can use the Internet. It's hard not having it at home. I feel like I'm missing a limb. I'll see what I can do. The good news is that when I hooked up my television, I discovered some channels. I'm not sure why but I'm not gonna tell anyone. Maybe the other people forgot to call. We'll see how long I have them.

As long as I get through the finales tonight, I'll be good. Now for redemption. I got a message yesterday from Timo (the asst. director of the Transregional Center for Democratic Studies [TCDS from here on out]) yesterday congratulating me for being awarded a federal work study grant. He asked me if I was still interested in the editing position. I said, "of course." So it's mine. I'll be an editor next year, which is awesome.

I'll also be working with Elzbieta. It should be interesting because I'm considering her for my thesis advisor; I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. Anyway, I spoke with Erica last night (the one who suggested I talk to Elzbieta about the job) and asked her why she approached me. "To be perfectly honest," she began, "you were standing outside when I was out there and it popped into my head to ask you."

She didn't know I edited for six years. I like how things work out like that. I'm going to sit with her on Monday for a bit to watch her do the final issue of the year. My issue is due in November. I think I'm destined to be an editor for life. Only time will tell.  Ok, I'm gonna go do something else.