Hope

There has been a break on the job front. I have a phone interview on Monday with one of the companies I applied to. Thank goodness. I was starting to feel unemployable, although I know that the job market is just bad right now. I am pretty nervous--it has been awhile since I've interviewed for a job and I've never done it over the phone. I guess I will just hope for the best. I don't want to count my chickens before they hatch, so I think I will hold off writing about the actual job and location until it goes beyond the point of an interview (if it ever does).

I am having a lot of trouble with Comcast right now. Who knew that trying to get one's cable turned off could be so difficult? Long story short, I keep calling, they keep telling me that everything is all set, they keep screwing up, I keep having to call. They just mailed me a bill that should not be as high as it is, since I am shutting off my cable a week into the billing period (they are trying to charge me the full amount), they keep mailing the boxes I need to return my cable equipment to my parents' house instead of my apartment--basically, Comcast sucks. They gave me huge amounts of trouble at the beginning of the year when I was trying to get my cable and internet turned ON, and now I am running into all kinds of problems trying to turn it OFF. I guess it is just part of the headache of moving.

Things with him are fine, but strained at times. Two nights ago, he started getting teary about our situation, and I reacted with anger rather than sympathy. I basically said that he is making the decision that we need to go our separate ways and that I have a hard time feeling bad for him when he gets upset about it. I wasn't saying it in a nasty way--I was just being honest. I know that he is sad too, but a large part of me doesn't feel like he has a right to be. Sometimes I am more rational about it and understand that this is hard for him too, and sometimes I am less rational--like two nights ago. Aside from that little bump, our days and evening have been peaceful, but emotional. For the most part, I think we are both trying to enjoy the time we have left, which is now down to "days" rather than "weeks" or "months." My Dad will be here Tuesday morning. My Dad and I fly home on Thursday evening. I really won't see him much once my Dad gets here. We really just have a long weekend left. In some way, I just want to get the separation over with. Right now I feel like I am pulling a giant band aid off verrrrryyyy slowly, and sometimes I would rather just rip it off in one big pull. In some ways, the end will be welcome, because it will end the feeling of dread that I have now.

My mood has improved since I've heard from one of the places I applied to work. He has basically already accepted a job, or will within the next few days, and I was starting to feel like I was going to be cooped up at my parents' house for a long time while I was still sending out applications just trying not to think about him. At least now I have the possibility of employment. It is just an interview, so it may not work out, but at least I can THINK about living somewhere other than home and working and meeting new people. I am surprised that getting an interview has improved my mood as much as it has, but I am definitely glad for the mental distraction.

I do want to write the rest of my story about HIM, but for now I need to pack and run errands. My Dad will be very unhappy if things don't look better than they do now in my apartment by the time he gets here. It will keep me occupied while HE is at work too. I have a lot to do in not a lot of time.