In five days I'll be starting out to live on my own!
Well. "On my own" might be a bit of an exaggeration, since right now I still have no job and no apartment. I wish that made me spunky and adventurous, but it will probably just make me a mooching recluse, eating cereal with the shades drawn and watching reruns of "I Love Lucy" in my boyfriend's place while he's at work. Then when he confronts me, I'll shout, "I'M WORKING ON MY WRITING. THIS IS THE GATHERING INSPIRATION STAGE" before asking him to please buy some more Raisin Bran and maraschino cherries next time he's out.
I told the kids that I was leaving and that they would be having a new teacher after next week. Yesterday I found twelve notes on the podium saying "I do not wut you to go miss tracy" and one that said, "Happy Cinco de Mayo!" At least one of them has his priorities straight.
Since I decided a month ago to move from California to Pennsylvania, I've applied to almost fifty jobs. Craiglist, Monster, Indeed, numbers scrawled on the bathroom walls in bus terminals...I'm getting desperate. But as the weeks went on and I failed to receive a single response, I descended gracefully into despondency.
Not all swoons occur near fainting couches.
Well, I thought, it will be easier once I'm actually able to put a Pennsylvania address on my resume. Everyone knows companies don't like to hire out of state. And with that small comfort I trudged back home, weary from the dust and rejection of another day pounding the virtual pavements.
What. So I like trudging.
Last night, however, I decided on a whim to change my cover letter just slightly. Instead of listing my reason for relocating as a desire to be near family or loved ones or even my boyfriend, I lied and wrote, "I'm moving to Pennsylvania to be near my fiance."
Suddenly, this morning: three responses in my inbox and one voicemail! I don't think that's a coincidence.
"WHAT A BITCH GOTTA DO TO GET A JOB THESE DAYS?!" I'd cried to the cold, unfeeling universe.
"Put a ring on it," the universe replied, not even looking up from her Emory board.
Speaking of which, I guess I'll have to find a ring for all these interviews coming up.
2. Eating all the cheese in my apartment as soon as it enters my apartment.
3. Finding a job so I can pay for cheese once I have my own apartment.
4-1001: I wouldn't want to bore you, but "sleep" is not on there. Moving cross-country is worse than finals week.*
*So can we get over all the Facebook statuses already, please?