Operational Interwebs.

So I finally broke down and ordered cable and internet for the new apartment. I'm not even going to say how ridiculously expensive it is; it's unfortunate that having immediate access to the online world is necessity today.

This summer has presented itself as an interesting roller coaster.

Things between Dylan and I (I said I was going to give him a nickname in my last post, didn't I? Oh well, I forgot what it was and am quite frankly too lazy to go back through and find out what it is.) are really good; a little tense on the commitment front; in the sense that bells can't ring, and rings can't be bought until we're financially stable: which I completely agree with. It does bum me out that most of my friends are getting married or are married and that I'm rapidly approaching 27 and really don't have any idea when that will happen for me. It will, I know, but it's nice to know WHEN. Don't get me wrong, I'm VERY happy with our relationship, he's the only person who can keep me grounded and clear headed and he makes me happy and laugh like no one else.

Things on the job front are much more depressing. I've applied to about a dozen districts in the area this summer for potential Art Teacher positions in the fall. Did I get called back by and of them for an interview? Of course not! Did I get a call back saying that they've found some one else? Psh, you've got to be kidding. Did I have to make the initiative and hunt down the person who had any kind of information pertaining to these availabilities only to be told that interviews were already held or that the position has been filled? Oh yes, you can bet on it.

I suppose the fact that I had a successful interview with Capital Region BOCES is a good thing and depending on when Buffalo State wants to send out my requested Reference File I'll hopefully be approved for 8 local districts. I was told that basically I should expect an assignment every day, which is great, but I need security and health insurance. This world just sucks today.

My lull in contentedness has also caused me to fluff up ever so slightly as the result of binge eating after making those dreaded rejection calls. I'm gonna try to be better now that I've got some sort of [night] light at the end of the tunnel for the time being.

Well, I think that's enough whining for now. Perhaps I shall internet "window" shop until I have to go wake the boy from a late afternoon nap...