indecision

Remember that 1 resume I sent a while ago?  Well, I had an interview for that job (which went okay) and the Pilates coordinator said she would email me with her decision right after Labor Day.  This gym/studio was looking for a few different teachers and a friend of mine applied there too.  Well, my friend received a job offer by email the Wednesday after Labor Day and I waited, and waited, and waited and by the next Monday I still hadn't heard from the coordinator so I figured that was my answer.  Oh well, right?  I figured that that just meant that that wasn't the place for me and I moved on.  Except for last Friday night I received an email from the coordinator offering me a position if I was still interested.  Ah, what to do?!  I had already convinced myself that that wasn't the place for me but now there's the opportunity for me to work there.  Fuck.  I was supposed to go out to Fire Island this weekend and wouldn't have had internet access so I didn't respond right away, pretending (in my head) that I hadn't read the email and would get to it Monday evening (when I would have come back from the island, if I had gone).  I've been going back and forth over this and I finally just sent an email saying I've decided to pursue other teaching options.  At least I made a choice and now I'm done but it was still hard.  Was it the right decision?  I don't know.  How do you ever know if your decision is the best?  I'm not going to go into the pros and cons of my decision; I'm glad it's been made. Now I'll just have to accept the fact that that I can't change it even if I wanted to and move on from there.

wet t-shirt contest

I win!

I couldn't decide which picture was more ridiculous.  This is the result of running (not even jogging, running!) 3 avenues and 3 blocks in the rain to my subway stop yesterday.  I took off my shirt, wrung it out and got it back on right as the train pulled in.  I entertained the notion of doing the same to my pants but the thought of Isaac sneaking up on me with a disapproving shake of the head killed that idea.

When I went to Six Flags the other day I also wore a similar white shirt.  Isaac joked that I purposefully wore it with future thoughts of the log flume ride.  I believe this is the look he thinks I had in mind.  Look at those sexy nips!

heaving breaths

And nothing laurnj. Well, sort of nothing. I did go in for an interview for that job and taught a lesson to the woman running the Pilates program. She said she would let everyone know her decision after Labor Day. And I haven't heard from her yet. And it's totally after Labor Day. A friend of mine also applied for that job, which potentially could be great as they were looking for more than one hire and if we both worked there we could hang out.

This is my last week at my desk job! I only have three days left. Then my schedule will look something like this:


That's my entire schedule for all of next week. I mean, on one hand, Hooray! Look at all that free time! On the other hand, Yikes! I don't always do so well with lots of free time. And I won't be making any money. Hooray! I'm sure things will work out one way or another but looking ahead can be a bit scary. So I'm just going to stop doing it. Problem solved.