Month: June 2004

How to tell one of your coworkers is a heavy smoker: after he stands in your office door for less than half a minute, the whole room smells like cigarette smoke.

There’s nothing like going home for the weekend to cement the realization that you do not want to live at home again.

Actually, I had a really nice weekend, all things considered. I like spending time with my family, and it’s not as if I go stir crazy after just a couple of days or anything. One of the drawbacks to Austin, as I see it, is that I’d get the opportunity to see my family much less often if I moved there — maybe only two or three times a year, if I was lucky.

Not that a move to Austin looks like it’s going to happen any time soon, of course. More than likely, I’ll end up living with my family come August. I continue to send out resumes, but so far the only real feedback I’ve gotten is a not completely discouraging rejection letter. I’m looking at apartments online and contacting a few rental offices for information, but I won’t be moving there without a job, and right now nobody’s offering.

What I worry about is moving back to New York and not finding work there either.