The Fly Reborn

A few days ago I spent a whole evening being tortured by a fly. A fly that kept running into my light, over and over and over again. A constant loud buzz and pop. Finally fed up, I decided to turn off my main light and turn on my lamp in an effort to stop him. Amazed by how quickly he ran from one to the other, a path that crosses over the door way, I felt inspiration. I decided to use this new found control over his movements to show him his way out of my bedroom and into the rest of the apartment. I grabbed a piece of paper, and started changing lights between the lamp and the main light. Sadly, this little fly realized that I'm short and couldn't reach the ceiling, so he chose that as his route between the two lights. When he stopped to take a break on the wall above my closet, I decided that I wouldn't let him win just because he was "taller". I jumped as high as I could with my piece of paper, trying to convince him to get moving again. (Don't worry, I would never kill him intentionally... I was just trying to usher him out the door..) He crawled up into the very highest corner between the ceiling in the wall, and stayed there, resting just out of reach. I tried so hard to reach him, but couldn't, but since he wasn't buzzing anymore decided to let it be. I left him there to rest, and there he stayed for days. I figured he must of died out of fear (and boy did I feel guilty about this) and he was somehow using his spidy-sense to stay stuck to the walls. However.... boy was I wrong. This morning when I came out of my shower, guess who was alive! And flying and buzzing all over again. (I'm still under the impression that fly A did not just fall to his death and fly B came into the room at the same time). Right now he is frozen again to the ceiling, which is good because the lamp right next to me is the only light on in the room and I don't want him to decide to come down and check it out.

And in other news.... I may have a job. My boss today, without any move on my part, asked me what my plans were after graduation. I told her that I wasn't sure yet, but hoped to stay in Bellingham for a year at minimum. She asked me if I was still interested in working in the office after graduation, and I said yes(!). She said that she was in the process of trying to get me a temporary job, which would hold me until they knew if my old boss's job would open up. She said the only reason she told me before it was "for sure" was because she didn't want me to go and make other conflicting plans. I'm still very excited, but since it isn't "for sure" yet, I'm still nervous. I don't want to go speaking all excited and such too early, and I don't want to go make a stupid mistake or seem immature and ruin this opportunity. Very stressful, I tell you! But this is much better than other stresses I could be having, I know. She brought this up this morning, and the rest of the day I felt excited, but awkward too. I felt extra tongue tied, felt like my questions were extra stupid, and I felt like the meeting I held today was less smooth. I just have to hold on to the thought that if she has known me for a few years and is already working to get me a job, that a few stupid comments or moves now won't ruin it for me. And hopefully, thinking that will help me not make stupid comments and moves. A little more into the specifics - it would be an hourly job, and probably wouldn't have benefits. There would be a cap at 1000 hours, which if I were working 40 hours a week would take me 25 weeks, or half a year. She said by then they would know if there would be enough money for the permanent job, which she said was possible because we've been saving money by having that job not filled for so long. Eitherway, having this part time job would be amazing - 6 mos employment is better than none, and it keeps multiple doors open in terms of my future. I'll keep you, then internet, updated! But as I said, its not for sure yet, but it is promising that as far as she knows, the only time I've thought about this or mentioned it to anyone is one time in an email a couple of months ago, yet she is still going through all the effort to arrange it. :)

Last little piece before I go - I have an essay due tomorrow and haven't started it yet: my senioritis is even worse than before. I have approximately 3 weeks left of classes before I graduate college! Wow!