Interviews - yuck...

Dear Auntie Dolly...

So it's like spring down here, it's nice. Everyone keeps saying "just wait" but so far so good. I mean, it's like "what am I waiting for? 40 below zero?" One of the guys that we are staying with is from Indiana, and he said that the humidity will be something to cherish. I'm pretty sure he was being sarcastic... hmmm...

We've been looking around for an apartment, but it's harder than Ithaca, if you can believe it. There's so many different neighborhoods, and we're trying to find something a little more central. But it's hard to know what's central until I have a job. Oh, well. I had an interview today, but I don't think it went well. It's weird, it's like dating - do they like you, what can you say to make them like you.... icky, I don't like it.

OK, here's the thing about the interview. I waited for two days for the lady to call me and set it up - like I hung out around the house waiting... waiting... waiting... And then she finally calls me on a Friday morning and sets it up for Monday morning. So all weekend, it's like I'm just waiting for Monday to happen. So I get up early on Monday, get all pretty and ready, I drive an hour into the heart of New Orleans, to someplace I hadn't been before, I get a little lost, I find the place, but I'm still a half hour early, so I walk around a little park. I waste some time, and finally go over there, I have to sign in with some gal at a counter before I find the receptionist, who calls the lady I have an interview with. She comes down like 5 minutes later, and takes me into this big impressive conference room, we sit down and she doesn't ask me any questions - she just tells me more about the job. Okay, I've already had two phone calls and an e-mail where she describes the job to me, but whatever, and I wait for her to ask me the interview questions, and she never really does.

SO I was done within 15 minutes. I paid for 4 hours of parking, so I walked around the area a bit, and then went to lunch at one of the nice little restaurants. I felt incredibly norsky. I didn't want to waste my parking time or something.

Okay, so I'm still not done with apartments: in Ithaca, you find a place, fill out an app and then start paying them money. In that duplex I lived in, they actually called my living references, my mom and the place I used to live. Which was weird. The lady interviewed my mom just like she was a landlord for me or something. Anyways, that's nothing compared to here - they have these "Service fees" for submitting an application that's supposed to cover the cost of them running a credit check and other stuff. So they can still turn you down, but keep your service fee.

Plus we've been cramped together in one bedroom in this gargantuan house. So now, everytime we go look at a place, matt says "You know, it looks a little sketchy." What he means is that compared to the Tudor Mansion that we've been living in, it looks not as big.

Anyways, let's see what else is new - uhhh, nothing I can think of. I've started to get a little restless, and a lot like a "Fer-in-ner" (hey - wasn't that a band?) Okay, injokes don't work well in e-mail. People talk different down here, and they sell homemade candy from their bikes in parking lots. They also tend to eat everything with seafood or onions on it. Weird. We found a thai place, and they had pineapple fried rice - but they made it with onions. I was like - what is this - no onions go into the pineapple fried rice that they made at the Taste of Thai in Ithaca?!

I think the thing I feel the weirdest about is not having a regular schedule. LIke before it was go to work, go home, talk to the folks, go to bed, get up go to work, etc. But now, it's just weird - I get up and go to sleep at different times, so that's probably what's throwing me off kilter mostly.

Anyways, I feel like this is a whiny entry, so feel free to ignore it. Most days I'm happy, today... today I just have to remind myself that there's a weird group of people out there who still like me for some reason. :>