Had a very interesting weekend. Friday while I was sitting at my desk over lunch, minding my own business, the phone rang (nothing unusual at job #1). It was my father. He wanted to do lunch on Saturday. A whole rush of emotions hit me. Anger over what had transpired four weeks ago. Guilt for not speaking to my father for four weeks. Confusion, what was going to happen now? Skepticism, yeah right, like he didn't have a hidden agenda. So I agreed. Mainly because of the guilt. Believe it or not, after all that has happened, I still love my father. No matter how much I say I hate him and want to cut him out of my life, I just can't. Bob helped me on that level. His dad died when we were sophomores in college. When that whole thing went down several weeks ago Bob said to me (while I was ranting and raving about how much I hated MY dad) "I wish I still had my dad to yell at. That is something you have to think about. You would feel awful if you woke up tomorrow and didn't have the chance to talk to him anymore. I don't have that, but at least you still do". He always knows what to do to get me back on track.

Handed my resume in at job #2 for a position as State Govt. Reporter. We'll see what happens. My news editor Randy and I had a little talk about it and he said that it is good that I'm showing interest even if I don't get the job (ie: someone with a hell of a lot more writing experience will get it). He told me to add that I would be interested in any open writing jobs so that if a GA (General Assignment for you non journalist types) position opened I may have a shot. Who knows. I'm still sending out resumes though.

O.k., I need to stop. This computer is typing so slow it's driving me freaking nuts. Just like the old word processors from college where you typed and then 5 seconds later the words appeared on the screen. Ugh.

I'm off to Cooperstown!