I’ve been sitting here for five minutes trying to come up with something to write about, LOL. Mainly because two people in my life (and yes, you know who you are..:P) harass me to post constantly, and also because I’m sitting in a random hotel room working (on my day off..) and I just really don’t want to.

(It looks like G is getting out of the hospital today… they think it was a virus of some kind.)

So I had an interview today. I’m not really going to elaborate simply because a) some of the people who work there read this :P, b) I don’t really have a lot to say about it and c) I’m still processing. It went well, I scored OK on the test (shut it Yeti boy) and in general I like the company. There’s a possibility that if I do get hired, I’d be moved to the NYC office.. which kinda made my day.

I don’t dislike it here… I just miss certain things. Water, for one (and no, lakes don’t count), coffee shops on every corner (Tried the Caribou.. um, not impressed. They botched my iced doppio very badly.) and the quiet. It’s really quiet where I live… then again, NYC isn’t quiet, but at least I can get sushi at 3AM.

So there’s a slight possibility that this will be where I end up. That being said, I’m starting a list. It’s got to have the best and closest things to where I’ll be… sushi, yoga, coffee, bars, nail salon, waxing, etc. 🙂

I know Moo can help with some, but I checked his blog again and I didn’t see any real evidence that he was a drag queen, and therefore he will not know where to get waxed and get my nails done. Right Moo? ;P

I got a cute email from Monster.com this morning… telling me about a job that fits my search criteria, and would be a good fit, etc.

The job?

The. one. I. have. now.

They’ve posted for new me, lol.

So airport security took my lighter and the guy sitting behind me just told someone he was in Boston… um, we aren’t. Should I tell him? Does he really think this dinky airport is Logan?

When I checked in, I got an option to pay $15 for an aisle seat closer to the front… I paid it. When did that crap start?

My flight hasn’t started boarding yet and it’s supposed to take off in twenty minutes… I’m a little concerned.

Oh and too make matters even more fun, I get the joy of working tomorrow—even though I technically have the day off.

Only nine days left… but who’s counting?

My dad took almost 2100 pictures when my parents were in Israel. At three weeks, that makes around 100 pictures a day… and knowing my dad, we’re going to get to see all of them.

Now this would be OK if there weren’t a) multiple shots of the same thing, b) multiple shots of his thumb obscuring the camera and c) shots of the signs of the places they were at (so he didn’t have to write it down you see). Mmhmm… oh the joy that slideshow is going to be.

He was telling me all about this the other night as I fussed and mumbled over an Excel spreadsheet that told me I need a job in two months, or I’d have to forego vodka—the sacrilege—and other necessities, like sushi. I came to this realization after I priced how much it’s going to cost me to hire movers (do. not. ask.), how much gas is going to cost me if I move more than 1000 miles from here (gas prices STILL rising) and how much I’ll need in the bank for snafus.

Then my mom got on the line and reminded me of my most important problem—health insurance. I have to convince whoever hires me to put me on insurance ASAP so that I don’t have a break in coverage. There’s a very slim (in my head, nonexistent) chance I might get sick again, so a “preexisting condition” would screw me royally. I love healthcare. 😛

On a brighter note, I have an interview in NYC for a very interesting position. (Which of course made me realize I’d have to get rid of my Jeep—ugh). And tomorrow I leave for the midwest for a few days.

Which, oddly enough, is experiencing 80 degree weather while ours is in the 60s.

Mom: Morning honey.
Me: Erm.. whassat now?
Mom: I just wanted to call and let you know we’re in New York. The flight was awful and your father is being strip searched—again.
Me: Uh huh.. hmm. Um, OK good, good.
Mom: Are you still in bed?
Me: Kinda sorta.
Mom: Don’t you have to go to work?
Me: In about two hours, yes, yes I do. How was the trip?
Mom: It was unreal! And blah blah blah…

I basically zoned out at that point, because my mother said “unreal.” Dear god, lol.

So they made it back alive and they had a fantastic time. 🙂

I pulled a muscle in my thigh and holy shit it hurts like a son of a bitch. Walking, moving, sitting.. it’s just excruciating.

I don’t remember how I did it, either. ::cough:: There’s a chance that last night when I was completely and utterly smashed with my friend E, I might’ve stumbled off the curb… yeah. Don’t ask. The insider had a very shitty day and capped it off with five vodkas. Brilliant, I know.

I was told earlier today that I should update the blog because someone was bored, lol. Unfortunately, life right now is rather lacking in the entertainment department. Aside from getting smashed, all I do is work, look for a new job and look for a new apartment… it’s not exactly stellar blog material.

Anybody got anything better going on? Do share.

It’s been raining in this part of the country for the past five days or so… and it’s not supposed to let up until Friday. It really brings back the memories of living in WA, where it rained all the damn day. Except that it’s been sunny there for about a week—and hot, according to my sister. Changing weather patterns really irritate me.

Anyway, I realized this morning that logically, I’m actually going to have to move. And I’m sad, quite simply because I have a fantastic landlord. All I have to do is exist and pay rent and everything else gets taken care of—they even feed me occasionally. They shovel, they decorate, they handled everything when I was sick… and now I’m going to have to leave.

This all hit me this morning because I locked myself out of my house. 😀

As I firmly pulled the door shut, the lack of keys jingling in my hand made me frown. And then curse. And then sigh.

So I traipsed up the back stairs and knocked on the door of the third floor—my landlord’s brother lives there. He answered the door in a towel (let’s not talk about seeing a man in his 60s in a towel—I closed my eyes) and said he’d toss on some clothes and go and get the spare from his sister’s apartment on the bottom floor.

Five minutes later I’m back in my apartment.

It’s sad to know that there’s a really good chance it won’t be that easy when I lock myself out if I move.

And yeah, I do that about once a year, give or take.

I’m going to need one of those fake rocks…

If you’re thinking about moving somewhere, and you know a blogger from there, email them.

They are a TREASURE TROVE of information.

Thanks Moo!

I’ve now Skyped with my parents several times while they’ve been in Israel, and it’s been entertaining every time.

I mean, aside from the fact that my parents are only semi-Internet literate, there’s also the fact that my dad is using his brand new PDA to Skype while he’s there (this is the one my sister and I showed him how to use in NYC) and neither of my parents have truly grasped the time difference (i.e., I get phone calls around 1AM asking me why I’m not online… :P).

They are loving their trip and the food—although my mom is now sick of buffets (which have, according to my dad, over 30 dishes) and hummus and would really love some guacamole or Thai food. They’ll be home on Thursday and my sister and I are quite pleased that they’ve survived.

On the other hand, I have to bloody move. I know, I know, I’ve complained about this before… cry me a river and all that shit. Anyway, so I’ve been using Rent.com and Craigslist to look at apartments/condos etc. in this city I’m thinking of moving to—and mother of god, there are 1000 places to rent there and I can’t seem to narrow it down to a rational number. By price? Still 1000. By covered parking (the insider does not remove snow)? Still 900. By cats allowed, w/d in unit, walk-in closets? Still 300.

I’m planning to go to said city for four days, the last weekend in May. Four days is not enough time to look at 300 bloody places to live. Especially considering a) I have no idea what’s a good/bad part of town, b) I have no idea what the traffic is like, c) I’m really going to miss the ocean (I know, it doesn’t fit here—shut it) and d) wherever I live needs to be less than one mile from a liquor store, a sushi place, a Thai restaurant, a coffee shop and a cute bar. Oddly enough, Rent.com does not use those parameters when one is searching for an apartment.

Dumb, if you ask me.

Dumb week.

Job hunting, planning interviews, trying to figure out if I have to move… all things that stress me out. 🙁

Spent the day at the main office.. mmm, my favorite thing to do.

Argh.

(Now you see why I haven’t been posting… grouchy insider is no fun at all.)