Bigger Fish to Fry

I never really understood that expression, I mean, I get it, but if you had a bigger fish, why wouldn't you fry that one up instead of the little one, unless you weren't all that hungry. I love that blogger lets you know when you're using a problematic contraction such as weren't & wouldn't. I swear I had a point when I came here to write but I seem to have gotten off track, nothing new.

The interview on Monday went surprisingly very well. I'll find out at the end of the week if I have a new job or not. My fingers are crossed that I do because I could desperately use one. It just seems like all signs point to "get the fuck out now while you still can" before my debt worsens, before gas continues to rise, before my health insurance deductible goes up another $1000 next month and I have to start deferring my loan payments because I can't afford them and I have to apply for transference. That was a load off of my chest that I've been trying to formulate for weeks now, wow that felt good.

Summer in the city has been gorgeous thus far. The flooding of the Midwest hasn't effected Chicago, the north side (by my parents) has been slightly effected, but for the most part it's been beautiful. This whole week, since Sunday has been 60's & 70's and just blue skies with spots of white puffy cumulus clouds. It's the spring weather we never fully got to enjoy because it went from cold and rainy to hot and humid as fuck in a matter of a day. I guess that's not really the point. I'm still not quite sure why I started this post. Boredom at work mostly. I have nothing to do. Another plus side to getting a new job, I'll actually be busy during the day. I feel like I'm going to enjoy that but at the same time I'm going to miss being able to just dick around like I do now, because I've gotten so use to it.

I wanted to have a short political rant about the current status of ANWAR and Bush's intended proposal to begin drilling for oil there but I feel that if I were to begin a rant it would not be short nor would I get any work done (though I don't really have any so it shouldn't be that much of a concern). I just fear some one walking into my office and me having to quickly make myself look busy and thus lose my train of thought and ruin my rant for what its worth. That and I'm sure no one wants to pay attention to my grumbles about the current administration and their fuck ups. The NY Times does a good enough job summing up my feelings for the most part.

I house-sit up in the burbs this weekend so that should be lazy and uneventful. Pretty lonely too because I haven't managed to convince anyone to come out and spend the weekend with me so I don't have to spend it alone but perhaps it'll be good. I just need it to be the weekend so I can not be here any more. That's about where I'm at.