I’ve had no interviews yet. The two “group interviews” don’t count. I’m not counting them anyway. I was part of a group interview a few days ago where there were over 20 people. Weak. It’s tough trying to make yourself stand out from a group that big without being the annoying one. Still, I’m hopefull. Jen suggested working for the university, so I applied to several opennings on the UT job site. This morning’s interview was the most promising one, but it’s at a place I certainly don’t care for. It’s been a while since I’ve done one, so why not. The place is too far and honestly I wouldn’t fit in. The hunt continues.

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Last week I started riding my bike again. Went out to 360 and back. Killer stuff considering it had been at least a month since I had done any kind of hard riding. Two days ago I went out for a quick morning spin and right as I was getting to the neighborhood, where we’re staying, my rear tire felt like it rolled over a tack. Nope. A nail drove all the way through tire and tube and peirced the rim under the rim strip. Wild shit. I’ve seen people come into the shop with wheels totally busted from nails, but luckily mine seems to be alright. I’m trying my hardest to ride as much but not having a job is really bringing me down.

My last post got Jen bummed about me feeling this way. It’s not her fault, it just a rut I’m going through now and know I’ll get over it. A friend of mine goes through depression stages that I can relate to. It’s been a long time since the last time I felt this way. I’m constanty reminded of the shitty place I was in when my X and I lived off of chimney rock. The only thing that is similar to that time now is that I have no car. Which is the least of my worries. Jen isn’t the problem either. In fact she’s been real supportive. So it’s not her. I’m just unhappy and impatient with our current situtaion. We’ve been here two weeks and have wanted this move for a long time, but it feels like we’re still moving. Like a long long road trip. the novelty of it has worn off after the first hour. You can’t get quite comfortable and you’ve played all your favorite music. it’s just quiet now as you’re driving, staring at the road and wishing you were already there.

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My friends are coming to visit this weekend and I can’t wait for them to get here. There will be lots of bike riding, inside jokes, and hating. Oh The HATE! On thing I miss about the shop is the morning hate dialogues. Every morning the guys would show up and have a little anecdote about their evening. If two people hadn’t seen each other because of off days, you would get the occasional, “Hey! Guy!” or obligatory snarky remark. Then someone would pull up to the shop, it’s 9:10 (the store opens at 10) and pulls on the door, bangs the window, looks at their watch. Incredulous, “I can’t believe they’re not open yet! I’m here. They’re here. Why is it not open?!” It’s all pretty much game after that. Anyway I’m stoked about my friends coming to town as these kids are in the audience.