So, I was supposed to hear back Friday about the UT job. I didn’t, but then I also didn’t hear that I had not been selected. While I have been assuming the worst and obsessively going over everything I said and did that day, the truth is I have no idea what’s going on. Since Jody, my mother, and even my roommate thought I should call and check on the status, I called them today after I worked up the nerve. This involved pacing around and clearing my throat and letting the phone sit with the number dialed into it before I felt ready to go. Well, apparently, they’re meeting to discuss it this afternoon and the project manager said I should receive a call some time after four o’clock today. The suspense will end soon enough.
Dream themes for today:
- I dreamt I was caught up in some Latin American coup d’etat or revolution in Haiti or Colombia. This has to do with the Haiti uprisings, I suppose, but it also involved some vehicles from Desert Combat.
- A volunteer army consisting of old men from some sort of Elk’s lodge, the leader wore a giant, black bearskin hat and the old women (wives of the old men) were patrolling outside in military uniforms of high-waisted khaki shorts, sunhats, and red scarves. I think this armed militia or whatever it was was in opposition to some group in another part of my dream expressing extreme sexual liberality.
Godspeed!
I started to mis-type and write “Dogspeed!” Maybe that would be better.
Dogspeed!
Thanks, Sue. ;)