A wise man once said: Be careful what you wish for.

I've been spending this last little while wishing I was back home. Then, last night at 5:30pm I get a phone call.

I'll skip the details, but essentially, UW offered me a job. Again. It's not a permanent position, again. They'd want me to leave ASAP and start right away.

Uh, excuse me? Gee, guys, that's an awfully tempting offer you got there, but, uhm, no.

I didn't say that. I said "I'm making $17/hour here (I actually make $16, oops), what do you have to offer". They're supposed to get back to me, but I'm still waiting, again.

Once I got off the phone with them, I starting freaking out. My initial gut reaction was that taking it wasn't an option. Then, I started thinking about the possibilities. Oh, the possibilities. Then I starting feeling a little sick. Was this really a choice? Another wise man put it to me this way: I could choose between having a job I like in a place that I don't like, or have a job I don't like in a place I do like. Hm. Well, if you put it that way...

But, no, of course I can't take it. Unless they offer me some ridiculous amount of money, there's no way I can screw these SH people over. It would have wasted the paste two months I was here...

Which brings to another point. I can't count. In previous posts, I've talked about my 3-month evaluation point. Well, that would make sense if I count January, February and March as three months. But, I only started January 19th, so I need to be counting it as January-February (1), February-March (2), March-APRIL (3). My mother had to point this out to me.

This new revelation is both good and bad. Good; because 1) I don't feel as useless and lazy as I once did about not getting enough done in my supposed 3 month time period. And 2) I can put off this whole evaluation thing for another month, and plus it gives me extra reason to stay..

Bad, though, because before, I was of the mindset that "yay! I'm a quarter done!" Now, I'm 1/6th done. It doesn't really have quite the same ring.

And, oh damn, I've been put on training for Meet the Parents Weekend. Egads. All French, all the time. I really do suck at French, and it really doesn't help to have an 'expert' laugh at my feeble attempts.

As a show of support, I think any or all of my readers should post their next post in French (or, really, pick any non-mother tongue, let's make this interesting). I promise my next post will be in French. Maybe I'll try to do more of them in French, maybe not. I have 2 weeks to ameliorate and get my tongue ready for action. Vive la difference!