I spent yesterday morning returning home from my parents’ house in Baltimore, and it was already 1:00pm before I got home, so I figured I’d hold off on the entry until today.

This weekend was a double-decker celebration. First, my mom won an Excellence in Teaching award and it was pretty cool. Her boss stood at the podium and praised her for a good ten minutes. There’s nothing like giving the ego a good stroke.

Second, we celebrated my brother’s 25th birthday, which is this Wednesday. I guess that was to avoid celebrating it this coming weekend, which, of course, is Father’s Day. Everyone buy their gifts yet? I thought not.

Anyway, because it was my brother’s birthday celebration, he chose to eat at the Cheesecake Factory. On a Saturday night. Around 7:00. We finally sat down close to 9:00, and I was so hungry I was irritable. Naturally, we had the world’s slowest waitress who would pull a Houdini and disappear for like a good twenty minutes.

What kind of restaurant only has mango flavored ice tea? Shouldn’t it be a health code violation if the restaurant doesn’t serve regular, unsweetened ice tea? I think it should. And when I’m elected President of the World it will be.

Anyway, I ordered the most magnificent sandwich ever. I ordered the Mile High Meatloaf Sandwich. It is a veritable tower of bread, meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and onion straws, covered in a barbecue sauce-like gravy. Sounds yummy, right? Well it is. And it is enormous. It’s like a pound of meatloaf, and a few softballs of potatoes. I only ate half and prayed to God for Bulimia so I could have relief from a bad case of TB (tight belly).

So I finished my resume yesterday. It is indeed interesting to see your career boiled down to one or two pages. In my case, it’s one and a half. Yeah, yeah. In college, we were taught never to exceed one page, yet suddenly, it’s no big deal for your resume to be two pages long. Ah well.

So here I sit, this wonderfully sunny morning, trying not to fall into a new routine. It was so old living in my previous routine: wake up at 6, at work by 7, lunch at noon, home by 5, dinner at 6, in bed by 11. Now, it would be so easy to fall into a new routine. Wake up at noon, lunch at 1, job hunt until 1:30, watch TV all afternoon, eat dinner 7, and go to bed whenever. So I’ve tried to mix it up a little bit to avoid falling into a new pattern that could be detrimental to finding a job.

We’ll see how it goes. Odds are, I’ll be stuck in a rut watching soap operas by Thursday.

Days out of work: 12

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