propeller

So, another crappy interview. I cried on my drive home to get it out of my system. Then, I watched some cool kids in the afternoon. My analysis is that they'd already selected someone and were just covering their butts by doing interviews; it felt perfunctory. The same, boring questions were asked in a tired, bored voice. I was overdressed in my suit (and several sizes smaller than the woman interviewing me-- I'm learning the same dread of a larger woman as the dread I feel towards a shorter man. Rarely do things go well for me in those circumstances.) But, at least, crappy interviews no longer shock me.

And, the craptastic interview did propel me to apply to the Oakland City Teaching Corps who are still accepting apps for the coming year. I know some people in the bay area. That could be nice. There's no particularly compelling to stay here. There are far more men on the West Coast, which could do nothing but behoove me. Of course, that's probably one of the worst places on the West Coast for straight men, but it would still be an improvement. Right now, my dream date would be an evening baseball game, say the Oakland Athletics and the Seattle Mariners. That'd be fun. And, there would be lots of art and outdoorsy things. I love the West Coast. Oakland's no Vancouver, but it's still closer. And, I've always wanted to drive cross country; I wonder if my car would make it. There's only one way to find out.

And, a book club was born as of last night. We designated the first two books: Oscar Wilde's Portrait of Dorian Gray and JD Salinger's Frannie and Zoe. We're picking books that you've been meaning to read for a long time. It's going to rock.

Good news: my brother's visiting this weekend. Yay.