Soul purpose

It’s incredibly late and I’m constructing this blurb on an iPhone screen so don’t expect much. If I had to really think about why I’m throwing anything up at all it would simply be to remove the “Two really good things” title from appearing anymore at the top of my web browser when I fire it up. It’s time to move on.

I didn’t get the job. The process was absurdly delayed. I deliberately kept the whole thing in the dark because I preferred not getting a lot of hopes up. It saves a lot of complicated explanation and now I can save it all for this moment. The orginal call was from ESPN. It was unbeleivable. Further incredible was the next call two weeks later. I was invited on campus. A very cool yet very brief experience. I was in and out of the Worldwide Leader in less than a half hour. Three long weeks later I was finally told they had gone with a more experienced candidate. I don’t have any resumes in anywhere else right now and summer is coming. Soon I will have to get my UNH application together.

Hey, at least I’m down to 179 pounds!

I spent last weekend as a member of the Enforcers for PAX East. It was the most fun I’ve had in what seems like years. Late Saturday I was patrolling the floors of the Hynes Convention Center and I caught myself thinking, “I love my job, I could do this forever.” Whoops! Silly me. It was just the overwhelming creative atmosphere getting to me. I wish I could sense that buzz everyday. I like to leave each day different then how I started it. The potential that something awesome could be created. I don’t think this makes sense. Just nonsensical whining. Next!

Crazy day at school. All around us schools were sending kids home due to the flood conditions. Our superintendent stuck it out. Oops. By midafternoon the roads were to dangerous for travel and we were stuck with them. The thing is my child was picked up early at about ten minutes before my shift ended. Without further responsibilities I left the school when my day was officially over. I guess, however, that the last child didn’t leave the school until 5:25. I feel like I abandoned the situation. Sometimes school is weird. Feels wrong. On the other hand I got to monitor indoor recess today. Felt right. Hm.

The worst part about the iPhone is the delete key, the space bar, and the letters “b” and “n.” The next iPhone OS better be able to figure out that I don’t mean to type sentances that looknlike thus n n. Orbthjs either. The typing isn’t all bad, in fact the best feature might be the double-space-to-period feature. Sometimes I sit at my iMac and hammer away at the spacebar wondering why my sentance won’t stop. Or why “i” and “dont” just sit there and refuse to fix themselves. Soon I won’t be able to type at all. Yay, future!

Alright, time to sleep. I know it will make two job Wednesday begin when I wake up but I have little other choice.

EDIT: Last iPhone thought– My prose is really short and choppy when I’m limited by the touch keyboard. It’s interesting that it makes the same writer speak with an entirely different voice. Oh yes, I’m sure that is fascinating to you.