Stuff

I need job interview clothes. This will probably be black pants and a button-down shirt in some color that isn't white, because I refuse to wear dresses or skirts (that would mean dealing with my leg hair. No). I was explaining this to my parents, because obviously they are very interested in my getting a job, and my mother said "Well, you will need to wear a necklace with that. And I will need to inspect your necklaces beforehand, because I don't trust you." Sheesh. You wear one lousy metal collar, and buy a whole bunch of ribbon chokers, and suddenly they don't believe you when you assure then that you do, in fact, know what appropriate necklaces are. Also, how stupid do I think this whole necklace thing is? So stupid. They'll be lucky if I remember to take out my four extraneous earrings.

I think I have moved into a houseshare in the Twilight Zone. My housemates do dishes every day. It's bizarre. I used to live with people who refused to do dishes until there were clouds of fruit flies in the kitchen, and then I would cave in and do them, every time. (At that point I wasn't as nasty as I am now, so I didn't leave the dirty dishes in their beds.) But these people do dishes every day. They don't steal food, they don't lock themselves in the bathroom for hours, they don't hog the washing machine, they don't even leave toothpaste in the sink. If they listen to music, it's inaudible to me. They turn off lights, they remember to lock the doors and the gates, and they're quiet when they come home late at night. I hardly ever even see them. The guy I share a fridge with cleaned out exactly half of it when I got there. And they're all in their early to mid 20's. It's so weird. I was convinced that I was the only 20-something in the entire world who was capable of behaving.

And also. The landlady? Last week I came downstairs to make breakfast, and she was all "Oh, hi, I'll be resealing the sink today, and I'm going to put a lock on the garden gate." My last apartment? I had to threaten the landlords with paying my water bill for the month to get them to get off their asses and fix my leaking sink. Suddenly, I am really motivated to try and find a permanent job in the area, so I can stay here in the Twilight Zone. I don't even care if the landlady is keeping us all here to serve as hosts for the larvae of the giant alien bug in the basement.

My parents are coming on Thursday, and I have about 10 hours of work left on the dissertation - inserting the remaining pictures, formatting, and editing. I want to be able to turn it in on Wednesday, or Thursday morning at the latest. I am starting to panic about whether or not it is good enough, but I'm trying to ignore that because it's not like there's much I can do about it now, and anyway I'm probably being irrational. At least it's almost over.