Timing

I have to agree with the old saying "Timing is everything." Its true. Things can be radically affected by what you happen to be doing at any given time. And I am learning that timing is a cruel bitch. I had finally decided to stop hermitting myself and allowing the hilight of my weeks to be a House marathon on TV. I was going to do two really awesome internships one at a theatre in Decatur and one in the GSU English dept. But Ms. Timing had other plans for me. After one measly little week of working at these internships when I had finally begun to convince myself that finding a full time job in Atlanta might just not be in cards for me, mother time decided to deal me a new hand. I got a call for a job interview at a law office in Midtown. The interview went fabulously, best interview I have ever had. And 4 days later I was the newest employee at the firm. Great news, but bittersweet news. I had to tell the lovely people at these internships that although I had only worked with them for one week (hardly long enough to even learn all the names) that I got a full time job and could no longer work with them. See mother time thinks this is funny. She lives for those kind of awkward conversations that people try to avoid at all costs. Bitch. But I am happy at my new job, in fact I am writing to you folks from my new office on my lunch break, which is almost over so I better go. I'm just interested to see what's next. Stay tuned I'll be sharing. 

Mob Rule

I was finally able to escape my suburban prison for a few days and make a little trip back out to Atlanta. I miss it so much!  I hate that I'm a visitor there now. Whenever I go out there I end up nomading around with all my stuff until I can get into a friend's place. I usually end up at the GSU library stealing their internet. This past trip was particularly distressing because school has started back at Georgia State. So this past Monday I find myself wandering the GSU campus (being a bit sentimental I'll admit) with a giant backpack full of all my clothes and stuff until I can meet up with my dear friend Matthew who never fails to let me be a moocher and stay at his place. As I'm wandering around I'm hoping that I don’t run into anyone I know because it occurs to me that that I look like a recent graduate who wanders the halls  of her alma mater with a book bag in tow trying to recreate the sense of belonging she had in her former college days. And while I do miss school I haven't yet reached that level of desperation. But of course despite my wishing/hoping/thinking/praying that I wouldn't run into anyone, I run into several people. Each conversation begins pretty much the same way, "Didn't you graduate?" My embarrassed response: "Yeah, I'm just visiting, waiting to meet up with my friend". But despite my awkward run-ins and looking like a crazy person lovesick for academia, I was very happy to be able to spend some time downtown and with friends I don't get to see that often anymore. And I did run into some acquaintances downtown that are even stranger than I am: the pigeons.  I forgot how entertaining those weird little birds are. Atlanta has some raggedy ass pigeons and then there are also some really fat bastard looking pigeons. This always made me suspect that being an Atlanta pigeon would be something like being in the Italian mob. I'm always seeing these pigeons that look like they've been seriously roughed up: feathers askew, and missing toes or legs. And I just want to say to them, "Did you piss off the boss?" The fat pigeon is never far away either, and I can't but think, "That fat bastard ate that other pigeon’s toes". I don't mess with the fat pigeons; they might try and tack a chunk out of a finger, you just don’t mess with the boss. But anyway: trip to Atlanta= Success.