twenty-something

So tomorrow I leave for a conference in sunny Minneapolis, Minnesota until Wednesday. Then I'm home for a night. Then I rocket down to Boston for the President's Day weekend -- beginning a fancy-smansy job interview on Friday. Pat me on the back later.

It felt good to be able to change my voicemail and email auto-reply to state "out of the office until Tuesday, February 22nd." Lord knows, I need this break.

I can't bring myself to pack for tomorrow, though. I couldn't even bring myself to do laundry this week so, out of desperation, I had to go to Wal-Mart today to buy a couple packs of clean underwear so I wouldn't run out this week. Luckily I only have to wear t-shirts, jeans, and hoodies at this conference, but still, I'm lacking the motivation to throw them all into a bag.

Now that you know my packing status -- my blogging status is up in the air, true believers. I'm bringing my computer, but I'm not sure what's up with internet access at the hotel or what my schedule looks like. But rest assured -- I am too damn addicted to this damn thing to go two long without logging on (especially since hits here hit an all-time high today).

Wish me luck as I head out west -- and let me know if you need anything at the Mall of America. Yee haw!

Remember that job I applied to in Boston exactly one month ago? After a tepid phone interview last week, I got a call back today. They're "very interested" in having me come to campus for an interview. Which means I'm a finalist for the position. Rock! Boston, here I come?

Of course, this all has happened in a voicemail so far. I need to call and schedule something. And get new clothes. And print resumes. And just when I was about to start thinking about moving to NYC...