My mind keeps going back to the phone call yesterday. Why me? I wasn't a journalism major which I was quick to point out to the managing editor yesterday. She asked if job #2 was my first newspaper job out of school, I replied yes but told her I was not a journalism major and I just kind of fell into the business. I took it as a good sign that she just chuckled a little bit and said "Didn't we all." The more I think about this job the more I want it. Granted, the move would empty out my bank account right now but that's o.k. This is my chance to start over again. Go somewhere different. See new things, maybe even finally start learning how to sail. Only problem would be leaving the hockey team. Sigh. If it has to be done I guess it will have to be done.

Right now I'm sitting at work, waiting for a phone call back on an obit story. My usual Sunday routine. I've come to find that if I don't get a call back right away or within an hour or so after I leave a message, the people will not call me back. Blah. None of the people I've called are getting back to me. Pisses me off. I know it's not exactly the easiest subject to talk about but for the love of god, I'm just trying to do my job! So I updated a few things troop wise and now I'm just biding my time until I get to go home at 8.

Speaking of going home, I don't know what is up with my room mate but she has been acting very strangely this week. One moment she's talkative and wants to tell me everything that is going on and the next she's acting like we've got a major problem and it's all my fault. Take today for instance. I came home from church and lunch with my sister and her boyfriend to find her on her hands and knees with a bottle of spray disinfectent mumbling about black marks from shoes on our kitchen/dining room floor. She acted like it was all my fault and started slamming stuff around. Uh, hello, excuse me, when did I become the designated scapegoat? I just ignored her, took my shoes off at the top of our steps and disappeared into my bedroom until it was time for me to come into work. There would definitely be some advantages to moving out on my own again.

On a completely different note, this man can build my furniture any day. Woo baby. Nothing like a man who knows his power tools.