I have an interview with the old place tomorrow afternoon. My only concern is that taking a job there likely means more travel and less pay than I would have with Potential Future Bossman, but I don’t know how much longer I’ll be waiting on that score. I’m theoretically seeing him in a couple of weeks, and I’m hopeful that leads to something materializing. There’s no way the old place will get me a good offer before that meeting (well, they might be that fast, but it would stink of desperation), so I hope I can get something there first. All that said, I’ve stayed long enough that I’m going to feel some guilt quitting. There’s no way to fix that now. I tried to get out sooner to minimize the impact, but nothing thus far has come through. I got a good feeling now, though, that it’s almost time.
Also, tomorrow I get to vote Cruz in the primary. So tomorrow’s really got a lot going for it.
Volleyball season is coming, for which we should be thankful.
Surfing is a mystery to me. I can’t imagine wanting to swim in the ocean, let alone stand on a plank and try to stay upright on waves for recreation’s sake. Don’t they know Cthulhu’s down there?
Working the pole.
Pink handwraps seem unnecessarily girly.
She’s about to kip (i.e. cheat).
If I had life to do over again, I’d consider learning ballet as a young man.
Pools are nice.
Still looking for one of these giant tires.
MONDAY. LOOK BUSY.
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