Holding Patterns

The past few weeks have sort of blurred into vague replicas of themselves. I go to work, I come home, watch a good/bad movie via Netflix, head to bed by 11:00, and get ready to start it all over again. When Travis is home he shakes things up a little, but he's been traveling a lot for work. A similar holding pattern has blanketed other areas of my life, notably academic. After my blasé visit to the ugliest campus in the world, I sent in my acceptance letter to Stony Brook and am now just waiting for more school information from them before I can decide the next steps.

A couple of notable events have arisen, though. The first is that I'm apparently the most magical temp ever, the likes of which my office has never seen. I am a SuperTemp. The office staff love me to death, and I'm fairly inundated with work. The boss pulled me aside last week and told me she wanted me to work with them until the day before I had to go back to school for my doctorate. This sounds kinda threatening and scary, but in reality it's a happy thing.

The second exciting/scary thing is that we'll be moving in June to a location yet to be determined. Originally, Travis and I planned to continue here in this tiny little 1.5 Bedroom apartment in Astoria after switching the lease over to my name, since Travis' roommate is currently the only name on the lease. Long story short, the office Leasing Lady is the devil in disguise. She hated Travis, hated me, never returned our phone calls, and in general belittled us every step of the way. "I don't think you'll have credit enough to re-apply for the apartment." Gasp! Shock! Anyway, Travis called up the other day and bitched her out up and down the office. He also got her boss in it, who was so apologetic and moved for us. Happy on our moral high ground, we told them we were no longer interested in the apartment. The thing is, there's no way we could deal with that Leasing Agent again, especially after blowing the whistle on her nastiness. So off we go in June! I'll keep everyone posted on the apartment search for Travis, the pickiest boy in the world. Who knows what we'll find?