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I'm getting a little irritated with making this post. Okay, the update on my life is...

I am moving this weekend. Which means I need to get my shit in gear. I still don't really know what I'm bringing with me to school. I still don't have a bed. This shouldn't be a big deal because Ann Arb is so close, but I tend to stress out about everything. I don't like packing and I am not looking forward to unearthing my artdesk that is buried beneath piles of stuff in the basement. Oh goodness.

On top of that, I don't know when I'm actually officially going to become a resident of 818 Dewey. I don't know if I got the job at Real Seafood Co., although I desperately hope that I did so I can quit Buca and not drive home to work. I'd be a server and that means more money. Unfortunately, I think it would really cut the amount of days I could work at St. Thomas...maybe two at the most. I don't want to work more than five days a week and I can't work Tuesday at all because of my Senegalese art class. Maybe I'll find out today, I have to call that guy (Marcus, not to be mistaken with Prof. Donka Markus, my eccentric Latin professor) I had an interview with to thank him for the interview and to see when the best time would be to hear back about it. The more I think about it, the more it feels that I probaby won't get the job; however, the whole interview process seems a little weird to me. All that really happens is the exchange of preselected bullshit. What do you look for in an employer? How do you describe yourself? As my boss put it, it is non-plantonic dating. Both sides just say things to get the desired end result and it only takes about five to ten minutes to decide if you really want to get into the other person's pants (or in my case, job position). I doubt it would really take a week of deliberation to decide if he wants to hire me, why the wait then? Unless he doesn't want to hire me, which is what I'm leaning toward. Which means, I am fucked (or less dramatically, I have to continue to look for jobs, which I hate doing).

Okay, I think the yogurt in the car is probably spoiling. Time to leave the Coffee Beanery (I wish Jendavis were here!!) and move on to the rest of my day.