1. The internet was supposed to be fixed at my house this week. It is not. AT&T and I are going to get in a fight. I mean, really. Guess when the last time the internet worked was? FEBRUARY 24. The computer lab is really getting old, what with the inexplicable heat (No, really. Why is it so hot in there all the time?), the unusual amount of people at all times, and the overly loud music from people’s headphones. (No, I really don’t want to hear you listen to the same song five times in a row. And no, I shouldn’t be able to hear that all the way across the room.)
2. I have a second job interview with the company in Nashville. That makes two second interviews and one company that is sorely missing out on the awesomeness the other companies see in me. Fortunately, that company was the one I felt least comfortable interviewing with, despite being the first company to respond to my resume. Unfortunately, my top two companies? In two completely different places. Nashville or Memphis: That is the question.
3. Speaking of Memphis, I still feel like that’s where I’m going to end up. My big and I had a long conversation about seeing signs in strange things, and as weird as it is, I think Memphis doing so well in the NCAA Tournament (Hello, Final Four!) is part of God’s way of telling me where I need to be. If He wanted me to move to Nashville, wouldn’t Vanderbilt still be in it? Maybe not, but it’s a funny little coincidence that the Tigers are kicking butt … and that I’m pretty much going to be in Memphis every week from here on out. If it’s good enough for Elvis, it’s good enough for me.
4. Today, I received an e-mail telling me I’d be a perfect candidate to be a senior administrative assistant to a vice president of a company. However, the e-mail did not tell me what company or where the company was located. The e-mail did mention that I’d be making quite a bit of money — as in nearly twice as much as the other jobs have posted. Interesting AND a much better option than selling insurance, which, by the way, I refuse to do. No, thank you.
5. I graduate in thirty-eight days.
