One of my very good friends got hitched on Sunday. J and I drove down Sunday afternoon (about 2 hours), and checked in to the Inn where the hitching was to take place. We left Little Toots with my mom and sister (a gutsy move, and I'm nothing if not daring). I didn't cry, and Little Toots was totally oblivious to the fact that we left her. My sister sent me picture periodically, so I knew everything was fine.
The wedding was small, and beautiful. The bride lucked out and got an unseasonably warm day, so she didn't freeze her cute little butt off in her gorgeous strapless dress. I couldn't actually hear the ceremony, but I assumed it went well since no one ran away, slapped anyone, or caused a scene. They kissed and had new jewelry at the end of it, so...
The reception was fun, lots of dancing (I opted out of the line dances, thankyouverymuch!) I was drinking gin and tonics like they were going out of style, while J guzzled bourbon by the gallon. Seriously, in all of our years together, I have never seen him so drunk. And he's a funny drunk! He reallyreallyreallyreally wanted to borrow a canoe and go paddling. He also reallyreallyreallyreally wanted to swim across the lake and meet the rich people whose house was all lit up. I sang a stunning rendition of the Beatles "Oh, darling", karaoke-style, and some guy fell down the stairs and possibly broke his ankle. All in all, a successful night!
The next morning, only slightly hung over, we drove back home (2 hours). When we got home, I snuggled Little Toots as much as she would allow (which isn't much). J dashed around the house and cleaned (house keeping is not one of my mother's skills), and I packed and got ready to head out again. My mom, my sister and I were heading down state because I had an interview the next day. I said bye to L. T., and she reached out and cried "Mommy! Mommy!" so I lost it, and cried and said I couldn't go. Well, mom and sis shuffled me in the car, and I was off. When we finally got to mom's house (4 hours), we ate dinner and watched TV, then went to bed.
My interview was at 2:00 the next day, but I wasn't sure how long it would take me, so I left at 11:00. It took me 2.5 hours. The drive was okay, although I got a little nervous as I entered the city. It may be a small city, but I'm coming from back woods USA, so it's a big difference! I (finally) found the Human Resources building, and I felt like I was stepping off the boat from the old country or something. The building was so bright and shiny, and new! Totally high tech. The work-study students were super polite and professional, I was very impressed. I finally get called in to meet Michelle, the HR lady (official title [no, not really]). She thanks me for coming allllllllllllllllllllllll this way, and I understand it's a temporary position, right?
Um, NO?! Seriously, what. The. Fuck.
Well, it was aaaaaaadvertised as temporary.
No, it definitely WASN'T! I soooooo don't waste my time applying for temp jobs. Are you kidding me?!
She's looking at me, and I'm looking at her, forcing a smile, and she says "Well, I guess this changes things?" No shit, Sherlock. No offense to Human Resources people out there, but you're all fucking worthless. I mean, do they teach you how to waste time in college?? I grit my teeth and say "I'm already here, so I might as well be interviewed."
The actual interview went well, and there is a chance that it could become permanent. It pays really well, so if they offer it to me, I'll take it. Either way, we have no plan after May, so we might as well have no plan down there instead of up here. At least down there, there is more opportunity. In the ADKs, jobs are pretty scarce.
After the interview, I drove back to my mom's house (2.5 hours). I slept, and drove home the next day (4 hours). If you've done the math, that's 17 hours traveling in just four days. I hope it's worth it!