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.

Okay, if any employers to whom I applied in Austin would like to offer me a job, now would be the time to do so. I’m bringing some stuff home to New York with me this weekend, and I’m not exactly looking forward to moving the rest of it back there in July. I’m just saying. Time’s getting short.