Fritter, Depeche Mode and September

Fritter, no not the kind you eat at the fair.

Fritter like when you are playing the hurry up and tell me how the next few years of my life are going to go fritter. Tell me if I am going to get this job. TellmeifIamgoingtogethisjobnowdammit!
The head hunting firm tells me last week we should know something by the end of the week (that was last week). The actual company I will be working for tells me THREE WEEKS. Uhhhhhh bit o' discrepancy there folks? So I sent off an email to the recruiting firm agent that was the nicest to me and asked for some clarification. I am hoping I didn't sound desperate and the vague hint of "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" didn't bleed through on the email.

I am finally making friends with the idea that I am going back to work. At first I looked at it like the mean girl with freckles and red hair that picked on me while on the school bus. Then I looked at going back to work as a teacher who loved to give extra school homework. I have finally made to the phase of, ok well extra money will be nice and lack of anxiety at bill paying will be nice. So now the going back to work thing is sort of like a friend I don't know much about but I will give it the college try to be nice to.

UPDATE:

Just got return email from headhunting firm:

We should know something by the end of this week. I heard your interview went well and they are considering you. I will let you know more as soon as I can.

OK I don't think I am reading anything into that when I say OMG OMG OMG OMG.....it sounds like "I think you have the job but my head will be on a pike if I tell you that because I can't because they haven't O-ficially announced it."

Hooray huzzah and what not. About 38% of anxiety has been alleviated. More to come on Frrrriday.

SuperWeezie will making her exit on Wednesday which does bring a measure of angst to my heart. It will be bittersweet to see her go. The moving is a good for her and full of anxiety for the both of us.
Tomorrow, tomorrow we'll start the day tomorrow with a road trip to......HOTLANTA. I am going to see the bestus most wonderfullest greatest band in the history of bandom...Depeche Mode. (oooh feel the collective shudder) I have been waiting since I was 13 to go see this band. Primarily because I have not lived close enough to go see them and didn't have the funds to do so. So the bright shiny spot has finally arrived for this week I get to go scream my lungs out tomorrow for one of my most favorite bands ever!

Lastly, since I wrote a letter to August it seems only fair to write to September.

Dear September,

Oh sweet September, full of promise of lower temperature and football. September home of Labor Day and last summer hurrah. How I love you September, do you love me too? Will you be nicer to me than that A-Hole August?

You have already made me uber happy with nice seventy ish degree weather for my most favoritmus band ever concert. You have also chosen to have that concert on the first day of the month. How very nice of you September.

I know by the end of the week you will let me know that I have gotten a job or not. Oh please September be nice to me give me a few more weeks of sweet freedom before I am bound by a work schedule. Give me fuzzy puppy nuzzles and sleeping in late with the Fuzband.

If you want you can make TOM disappear for nine months. If you can't manage that this month can you put in a good word for me with October? See me and October go way back, we are buds.
See you in about 8 hours September, boy I sure am glad you are almost here.

Extra Sloppy Kisses,
SuperPucky