Crunchy Thoughts

For those of you that don’t know — and I’m sure most of you do — all the house stuff is chugging along as planned. We’ve signed a contract with the closing date of March 28th and are working toward settling the financing and finding a subleaser. If you’re interested, pop over here and have a look at some pictures I took of our potential new home.

I say ‘potential’ cause any-bloody-thing can happen until the closing process is over and done with, and I don’t want to get too shattered if a cow falls out of the sky and totals Steven’s car . . . or something similarly unexpected. So, Operation Potential House House is off and running.

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Work — oh, how nice it is to say that! — is going rather well. Next week is advising week and then I shall be busy, but I’m looking forward to it. Being bored is not fun. I’m still getting used to the fact that my former professors are now my co-workers. It is just plain bizarre. Cool, but bizarre, bizarre, bizarre.

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Now let’s briefly draw attention to the coolness of the word ‘bizarre.’ It looks original and has an excellent sound, what with the buzzing and all. Fabulous word.

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And before I go to Birmingham for the weekend, I leave you with this thought: “Happiness is an income tax return deposited into your bank account.”

Not that I speak from experience or anything.

It’s been a long week.

Someday I’m going to invent high-heeled shoes that not only give you height but also keep trans-campus hikes from murdering your feet. That way I will not only be rich, I will have more comfortable strolls to the greenhouses — and stay tall whilst doing so.

Ahh, it’s been another bit of a while since I last posted, hasn’t it? Well, let’s just attribute that to the fact that I’m working again. It certainly isn’t laziness. Yeah.

February is turning into quite a month. Not only is there a new job in the family, there is the potential for a new house in the near future as well. That’s right, folks, this past month or so Steven and I have formally dived into the chaotic and barmy world that is the house-buying experience. It has been quite the education trip.

Here one would probably drone on about all the people they’ve met, houses they’ve seen, and policies that have confused them, but our encounters have been pretty straight-forward — why bore you? I’ll get to the good stuff.

We’ve found our favourite house — now we just have to get it. Of course we have picked out the newly finished, last house to be built in this specific neighborhood. Because of that, we went ahead and submitted a bid on the house last Saturday; it’s ready to be sold and if we don’t jump at it now, somebody else will. We haven’t heard back yet, but our fingers are still crossed.

If we don’t get this specific house, it won’t be the end of the world. There are a lot of houses being built in Auburn right now . . . but I do so like the house we’ve found. Maybe we’ll get good news this week.

Maybe I’ll finally have a yard soon.

Hmm, yeah, so I haven’t written in a while. Sorry about that. I’ve been staring at my phone for the past two weeks, willing it to ring.

On Tuesday, it finally did.

Now, I am proud to announce that after six months of suspecting, a month of preparing, thirty minutes of interviewing, an intense moment of confusion, and two weeks of phone-staring, I am now, officially, employed again — this time as an academic advisor for Auburn University. Back to college I go, I go.

I am quite looking forward to this job. It certainly will be different from what I did previously. This time there will be less drawing and more talking which, surprisingly, I am looking forward to. I’m sure being isolated in the apartment for seven months has contributed to that, but I do remember enjoying the bits of my last job where I got to meet up with different people and discuss ideas. This new job will be just more of that, it will be . . . business. Ahh, and here I am reminded of Sam, the blue eagle muppett in The Muppett Christmas Carol. “Oh, you’ll love . . . business. It is the American Way.” Excellent quote, but I am wandering off the subject at hand.

So, yes. Job. Horray for everything!

You know what I think the best part is? It’s a silly thing, really, but just the same I am getting joy out of it. I shall have a lovely yellow A-zone tag to hang on my Elliott. This one bit of reflective plastic makes me cool in my contemporaries’ eyes. On campus, I can park anywhere and drive wherever I please . . . as long as it’s not a handicapped spot. Still gotta leave room for them, you know.

Come Monday morn I will be headed back to the Land of the Working in Funchess Fungus Hall, where I will no doubt fill out a lot of paperwork. But after that — business!