House of Wolves

So I have a confession: I love horrible "reality" tv. I know, I know, I'm horrible. I can't help but watch shows like "The Bachelor." It's the most amazing and most horrible parts of the US in one show. There are girls who drink way too much and take off their tops and run around half naked, then there are "christians" that want to stick to their "morales" and must tell everyone around them about it. It's like the range of humanity that you are able to watch... in one hour a week. Or if you're lazy like me - and only watch TV shows online - then it's really only about 43 minutes. Its like people watching at the mall or on the beach or at a cafe in Paris. It's all the amazing fun-ness of eves dropping. You feel really guilty doing it - but it's so much fun. It's my dirty not-so-secret.

I hate waiting. I have another week until I hear from Boston. It's hard to wait. I really just wish I would know. It's been over a week so far! I'm so impatient. I really wonder how some people have a lot of patience. Or maybe it's the same thing that I do - I really want to know and I'm really impatient - but I don't go and bother the person. I just wait for it. Eventually I'll get it. When push comes to shove and the pressure is on - I make sure it gets done. At that point there's not more time for patience - and it has to get done.

If I move back to Boston - which I love that city btw... I would probably need to find roommates. It would be a lot cheaper, there would be someone home when I'd have to travel all the time - so in case anything happened it wouldn't be weeks before someone called the landlord, and if they had a pet I could play surrogate mommy when I was home. It would have to be a big adjustment to living with someone else again. But I don't think it would be a good financial decision in the long run to spend a lot of money on a place that I wasn't really living in all the time.

Man, I want this job. I hate waiting.