Five Alive

Day five and things are starting to make a little more sense. I'm starting to get vague notions about what streets lead where and how to get home, albeit circuitously, without inadvertently getting on the highway.

I've been working out at the downtown YMCA for the past 3 days after getting a week's free pass on Wednesday. It's not nearly as nice as the Charlottesville Gold's in terms of cleanliness and age of the machines, but they do have free towels and a heck of a lot more space than any gym I've ever seen so despite the fact that you have to pay for parking I think I will sign up.

If Jesus really loved me I'd get the job I applied for today that's located less than two blocks from the gym and less than a mile and a half from the house. How much would Jeremy hate me then? I don't want to get too excited since it's a bit dream job-ish and thus no easy feat to obtain I suspect, but I don't think I'll be the least qualified person that applies and if I got an interview I would feel damn fine about myself. Of course this is what I've said about every job I've applied for so far and well, still haven't tailored that suit yet in preparation for any big days.

In addition to the dream job, I managed to find the office of another organization I would be more than excited to work for. This required highway driving alas, but I managed well I think until, whoops, said organization just so happens to be housed in some ginormous stadium which I only at long last located an open entrance for. En route to the stadium, coincidentally I realized I had left the house without my phone and my wallet so when I reached the gates for the pay lot, I turned around. I plan on heading to a job fair at the same spot later this week so I hope I can sneak around and drop off my resume then.

Tomorrow's my birthday, for which Jeremy apparently has exciting plans, and tonight we're headed out to dinner and then to see the CD release party of a band he likes. Not that I don't have high hopes for this evening but it'll be hard to top last night's trip to the West Alabama Ice House, a largely outdoor bar with tons of picnic bench seating, live music, cheap beer, and free(!) horseshoes. What are the odds? The minute I think I'm sad about leaving Charlottesville and my backyard horseshoes, I find this. Now all I need is a cool job I like to round out the picture.