May. 14th, 2013

So, I have had no news from Prestigious East Coast Not For Profit in three weeks. I'm pretty sure I didn't get the job. Which is okay -- mostly I'm feeling relief I don't have to make that decision. I'm guessing what they've done is offered the job to someone else and are waiting to tell the remaining candidates until they're sure that person will take the job. It's what we do where I currently work, so I can't blame them.

Mum can, though. She is blaming them UP AND DOWN. It's almost funny.

I am still packing, though, because I know I will move SOMEWHERE at SOME TIME this year, probably no later than September. So I've started packing nonessentials, like my books and some kitchen stuff.

THE DUST, YOU GUYS. THE DUST. They are not dust bunnies. They are dust MONSTERS. Dust birds of prey swooping down on dust voles and forming horrible mutant beasts. When I leave this flat I will leave behind a ravaging supervillain made of dust. I keep a clean house, but into every life a little dust must fall and mine is ALL FALLING AT ONCE.

It's probably a good thing I don't have allergies. They'd find me collapsed on the floor surrounded by boxes and sharpies.

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