~*~ The 4th and Fireworks ~*~
Ear Orgasm : "Falling In Love At a Coffee Shop" - Landon Pigg
Mask of the Moment : Relieved and anxious at the same time
I hope you all had a good 4th of July weekend. Mine was fairly decent. Hanging out with Anati was pretty awesome. Margaritas, homemade black bean and roasted corn salsa, girl talk, two games of Scene It (which I totally dominated!), parades, fireworks, deep-fried twinkies...pure awesomeness. I also got nice and toasty in the summer sun.
But there was some pure un-awesomeness that followed. So remember how I mentioned that Trent decided to change his weekend plans and go to Bend for 4 days w/o telling me? Well not only that, but he pretty much didn't call me all weekend long. I left him a message on Friday, and he finally called at like 10:30pm on Saturday (and at the time I was at the Independence riverfront park and it was noisy and I couldn't really talk). But I knew he was coming back on Sunday night so I didn't freak out. Monday I wait until about noon, then give him a call. Voicemail. Huh? So I leave a message asking if he wanted to hang out that day. An hour and a half later I still haven't heard from him, so I call again. Voice mail. WTF? He finally calls me back at around 2pm and informs me that his brakes had gone out the day before and because it was Sunday and 4th of July weekend to boot, he couldn't get them fixed. So he'd gotten them fixed that morning and left Bend but had to drop his friend off in Eugene, which was where he was at the time of the call. Okay, fine. I get that. But the first thing that popped into my head was, "Why didn't you call me to let me know about your brakes and to tell me that you would be spending an extra night in Bend?" I didn't say anything, though. He asked if I wanted to come over for dinner at 6 and I was happy. You have no idea how excited I was to see him. I tried on a bunch of different outfits and did my makeup, the whole nine. Then I drive over to his house....at 10 minutes to 6 I'm about 4 blocks from his house and I get a call from him. He's like, "Hey, so I haven't left yet, so it'll probably be closer to 7:30." I'm like WTF?!?!? I was PISSED. It takes about an hour and a half to get to Salem from Eugene (especially with the way he drives, grampa style) and I was not about to drive all the way back home, then come back out to his house. Not to mention that it really annoyed me that he waited until 10 minutes to 6 to tell me that he wasn't going to be there. It's like DUDE...if you haven't left by 4:30, you know you're not going to be there. Call me THEN, not 10 minutes to the hour, you know? And it's not like there's anything to do in South Salem (where he lives)...there's a Walmart and that's about it. I was in tears as I drove to the Walmart, where I sat in the parking lot for about 30 minutes until I decided that I was just too pissed to see him. So I wrote him a note telling him that I wasn't going to wait and explaining how pissed I was at him, then went home.
7:39 he calls me to say he'd gotten my note. He wanted a chance to make it up to me but I was so mad. I was like, "I'm not going to go anywhere with you, I'm busy, I'm going to be here rehearsing for my interview and you can do whatever the hell you want." So he's like, "Well I'm going to take a shower and then come over, okay?" I couldn't say no, so I said, "Whatever." 40 minutes later he's still not there. I'm like WTF?! So I call...voicemail. I call 15 minutes later...voicemail. I call again at ten to 9 and he's still not answering so I leave a message telling him that if he hadn't already left home then he shouldn't even bother because it would be well past 9 by the time he got here and that's just pointless. I was pretty harsh, because I was so upset. A shower takes 10 minutes. It takes about 15 to 20 to get to my house. So what on earth could he possibly be doing?
He finally showed up at 9:30. He'd apparently forgotten his phone at home, or so he said. I ripped into him about how he could dare to make me wait an extra hour and a half when he was already in trouble for standing me up. He's like, "I wanted to look nice and smell nice for you." I snorted..."like I care about that right now." There was a lot of crying by both parties, him trying to explain and me not wanting to listen to that crap. But it hurt me to see him tear up...he totally has puppy dog eyes (even when he's not sad) and when they're filled with tears it's really hard to stay mad. I knew that the fight was really my fault, because I overreacted and chose to let my insecurities get the best of me. Not that he didn't have his part in it, but how I chose to react was not the best way. So after 40 minutes of crying and venting and talking, he totally made me laugh. I was pissed that I laughed/smiled, but I couldn't help it. I can't stay mad at him...it's a problem. And you know, he didn't even do or say anything to make me laugh...we were just sitting face-to-face, he was holding my hand, we were looking into each other's tear-filled eyes, and then all of a sudden I just laughed. Ridiculous, right?
Once we got out of the fight zone, he gave me a gift (the nail polish that I totally coveted because it looked so good on me), then asked if he could take me to dinner on Thursday. Thursday is our 2-month anniversary, and I think it's really cute how he doesn't say, "Hey let's do something on our anniversary" but just asks if he can take me out on that day. I'm excited. All I can say is that he'd better not disappoint me.
Now on to more important news : job interview. This morning I had my interview at the MOHL for the Circulation and Stacks Supervisor position. The good news : there were over 55 applicants and I was one of 3 people to get an interview, I knew and was on good terms with pretty much everyone on the search committee, I was fairly well-prepared for the interview (balking on only one question, and this was when I met with the university librarian and NOT when I was in front of the panel for the formal interview), I know for a fact that my references gave me rave reviews, and at the end when Joni walked me out she was like, "I think this went well." The bad news : Deborah Dancik told me that this year the applicant pool was really strong and that the three of us who got interviews were "the best of the best" so to speak (meaning that my competition is super tough). I have to wait until next week to find out whether or not I got the position. So far it seems like the odds are stacked in my favor, but you never know. *crossing fingers*
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