The Waiting Game

What does early next week mean to you? In my vernacular, this phrase implies a time frame that falls somewhere between Monday morning and quitting time on Tuesday. Sunday is, of course, the day of rest so it doesn’t count and Wednesday is clearly right smack dab in the middle of the week. So therefore, when someone said to me last week that they would get back to me early next week about their decision to hire me, I assumed, as any level-headed chap would, that I probably would know by now. Sadly, this is not the case. So here I am on this Tuesday afternoon, waiting by both the phone and the Outlook inbox, wondering why it is that I am being so cruelly treated. I shall just have to write to get my mind off of it.

An update from yesterday’s post: Kenton emailed me in RE: to my apology. I replied back after some careful planning with what I would have to describe as a lackluster performance in comparison to my original email. (Man, should have taken a screenshot of that thing.) I still hope he will forgive me for my laziness. Hell hath no fury like a Kenton scorned.

I knew that I am new to this weblogging thing, but a search of the database of this site has revealed to me that pretty much all of my friends and relatives already have one of these. Was there a conspiracy to not tell me, to let me wallow in the purgatory that is….er….not weblogging? Did I miss the sign-ups? I mean, I would have jumped on the bandwagon a whole lot sooner had someone just given me the heads up.

Well, my lunch hour has lapsed and now I must get back to work. Or, depending how you look at it, pretending to work as I diligently wait for the little envelope icon to pop up in my taskbar.