This morning took me south to Provo where I had lunch with number 7, was handed a list of possible apartments that are not BYU approved, and had the opportunity to sit in traffic as people stopped and stared at a series of accidents that happened along I-15 between Provo and American Fork. Amazingly enough, to me, the accidents were off the road (in the center) and yet, traffic was at a complete standstill/stop with people having to stare at the damage that had taken place. According to the news, the woman who rolled her SUV had been making a series of erratic lane changes before hitting another SUV and flipping over. The pictures of her vehicle were pretty bad.

I also purchased a local to Utah County newspaper hoping that it might have more information on possible roommates, or people looking for a roommate, in or around Provo. Truth told, the list I got from the BYU housing office will probably be a bit better for me.

Outside of all that, not a whole lot is happening. I start Fidelity on October 10^th. Im hoping something else comes along and am readyto work for Fidelity. Who knows what will happen next? Not me. I just know I need a place to live and I narrowed, quickly, the list of possible places.

Today I woke up to the ringing of my phone. This wouldnt have been so bad except I didnt have the sense God gave a gnat to actually go to bed knowing that my parents would be coming this morning, and calling before they came. So, I started watching Band of Brothers and, bythe time the first episode was over, had them on their way to the invasion of Normandy. You cant leave a group of soldiers while theyre on their way to an invasion. Thats just not right.

The outcome, for me, was to watch the second episode of the series which has the soldiers parachute behind German lines, many dying because of scared pilots more concerned in saving their own skins than in making sure their payloadswere delivered on time, in the right place, and at the right altitude. Instead of going to bed I watched the first two episodes of Band of Brothers. Its a good show based off of a historical work by Stephen Ambrose. Ive read most of the historical work.

When my phone went off this morning I felt sick. I probably am sick, ill in a way that doesnt really make sense to me. It makes me wonder what is going on in my life and why I allow it to continue going on. Ya know? Thewhole thing started in New Hampshire and is still going on. Kinda strange/weird/out of place.

Anyway, after Mom and Dad made their appearance I went into the room I am occupying, at the moment, and proceeded to try and read some school assignments. This was a bit unsuccessful as I fell asleep and woke up several hours later. Truth told, Im still quite tired, and hungry, but more tired than hungry. I need food. I need food bad. To quote one of my favorite sitcoms (no longer on the air), If anyone [is walking by] with a pizza….

I did get back to the school work, have monitored the boards I am required to monitor, and need to get around to doing my midterm assignments this week. On top of that, I am thinking I will be trekking down to Provo tomorrow to look for a place to live (not really certain how Im going to go about that), and maybe get to finishing the work on To Kill a Mockingbird for the American Literature class Im in.

I was thinking, at one point, of getting dressed and going to see number two in the hospital. That was before, last night, number four said, If you want to upgrade your computer I have one you can have. In response to that, Ive spent the day configuring this computer, its new to me, and finding drivers for the wireless card number four and I went to his office to get and install in the machine.

Along with wireless cards, Im also in the process of transferring all of the files and information over from my other machines to this one. The old Dell I used up until about two years ago has already been transferred over. Truth told, I thought there was more information on that machine than there proved to be and I am somewhat interested in finding out if I have duplicate information on the machine now that the files are transferred from the Dell over. I am still waiting for the MP3 files to transfer over from my Gateway computer to this one.

Ive also spent parts of the day watching number fours baby girl and trying to download all of the files I will need to make this computer work properly…or work in a manner that is comfortable to me. There is still more software that has to be installed, applications I own that seem to work well for me, but in the end, its turned into an all day process that looks as though it will continue well into the night and early morning. I wont be awake for most of it, Im just saying.

Tomorrow, though, I plan to get up, head to Layton for church I have people to see, and then to the hospital to see number two before heading back down to Herriman and the life I seem to be leading. This next week I plan to find a place to live in the hopes that some money will become present for me to pay rent. On top of that I am supposed to hear about Fidelity either Monday or Tuesday and, maybe, about one or two other possible positions with some companies Ive worked with in the past.

Looking for a new job sucks. Especially when you’re looking, interviewing, and then updating the resume according to new specifications and have to make return phone calls that are not answered or where you get the run around on answers to interviews (the decision maker is out of town).

I realize that this is all a part of finding a job; but at the same time it’s still frustrating.

I did get in touch with one of the recruiters today. He said that I would probably hear something Monday or Tuesday. At the same time, I met a chicka and sent her resume over for his review and action; apparently, she did rather well in the initial interview that he was raving about her. I thought that was a good sign since I generally don’t have a tendency to suggest people until after I’m sure they are going to work out/do a good job. In essence, I won’t suggest someone I am unsure of; and yet, I felt very positive about putting this girl forward as a potential applicant/employee.

Other than that, I read a large chunk of To Kill a Mockingbird and then wrote a paper on what I read. I sat with my sister who proceeded to spend most of the day sleeping (she’s on some serious medication). I redid my resume, again, this morning and may throw it together in such a way that I can post it (sans personal contact information) on my website – which reminds me that I need to redo my FAQ in such a way that it reflects a slightly different look than it currently does.

That’s about it for today. Didn’t do a whole heckuvalot other than read, write, and sit with number two.

Here’s the thing…

I got up this morning, showered, and then took off for downtown Salt Lake City to go to an interview with Fidelity investments. Almost immediately, what should’ve taken me about thirty minutes, ended up taken considerably longer because no one wanted to drive the speed limit. Might’ve been the rain, was probably the stupid drivers that seem to populate this state. Thirty minutes later, when I finally got onto I-15, the interstate was a parking lot and there was no way that I was going to make it to the interview, so it was rescheduled for an hour later. Interestingly, to me, I was still running late with the rescheduled appointment. Life’s quirks.

After that I returned to number four’s house, that’s where I’m staying for a few days, and then found out that number two is back in the hospital. I called my mother to find out what she wanted me to do… e.g. go and check on number two and when I didn’t hear anything back, I proceeded to sit and watch Sports Night (one of my favorite T.V. shows of all time) before deciding to crash and die for the afternoon. When I did decide to crash and die I got the call to head to the UofU hospital (don’t make a wrong turn into Primary Children’s… grr) where I checked on number two.

Once I got done there (she’s not gonna die this week) and called mom and got home I crashed and died for several hours before waking up and watching the Lost season premiere. Apparently, this year promises to be as good as last year.

Done.

Today, Tuesday, I’ve been in Utah since last Thursday and I’m sitting in Deer Valley working. Working is a little liberal in what I am doing as I wouldn’t call this work; however, I am being paid to, ever forty or forty-five minutes or so, escort a business executive from one meeting to another – share with him his schedule – and ask questions. I did the same thing yesterday. So much fun, let me tell you.

Last night I got to repurchase “To Kill a Mockingbird” which I know I’ve owned in the past and, for some reason, can’t seem to find anymore. I went through all of my boxes and couldn’t find my copy. That doesn’t mean I’ve lost, loaned, had stolen, or sold my copy, it does mean that I may be blind or bought a copy in a different format than I normally purchase books. When a book is available I normally buy it in trade paperback. What was interesting to me, yesterday, as I searched for the book on Borders instore system in Salt Lake City was that they list it, on the public site, as ‘trade paperback’ whereas internally the books are referred to as ‘quality paperbacks.’

As a result of this job, though, I am hanging out at the ‘testosterone table’. Dubbed so by the man who had all of us brought in. I can guess why we would be referred to that way, two men, one woman (she’s nice looking) and every other guy either acts weird or is too old to worry about testosterone levels. Like I said, the assignment is kind of interesting.

One of the people I’ve been sitting with told us yesterday that her boyfriend called to tell her that he’d gotten married over the weekend. She wasn’t certain whether or not he is being serious or just hurtful, and has been trying to find out if, on a trip to San Francisco, he really did get married or not. As she talks about it I’m not personally sure what to believe, but the truth of the matter is that I don’t have to believe anything. It’s not my place to believe or not to believe, in this instance.

She indicated, yesterday, that she might go home and get drunk in celebration of his nuptials (real or imagined) and when she showed up this morning she’d indicated that there was no drinking last night. Apparently, the job is more important than the need (???) to get plastered as a result of someone else’s actions. She tells us, today, that she is going to go home and see how far the alcohol in her house will take her.

Beyond that, I’ve started hovering around the boards for school and need to get serious about checking on registration for the “Y”.

Oh, and every day reminds me, a little more, of why I decided to leave. I know why I came back, but I get reminded of what took me away from this crazy place. There’s a list.

I’m having trouble getting the gumption up to write about this move from one coast to, nearly, the other coast. Whether what happened, or didn’t happen, is still too close to me or I am still trying to get past the fact that I moved back somewhere I was not intending to return, makes the whole thing somewhat surreal for me (yes, more than real).

However, this morning I woke up and went to see Grandma Taylor. She’s not doing so well and then I called a friend from New Hampshire who’s going to BYU to return something he loaned me and ended up going to lunch with him, some of his friends, and listened to them relate stories from the music department at BYU. While I was waiting for him I listened to some students, actors, talk about suffering for their “art” and the outcome, for me, was not desire to remain where I was at; and some repulsive desire to sit and listen to what the age group/Mormon college population chose to talk about. I’m not certain whether or not the outcome was worth the pain of sitting there and their “crap” analogies, but the outcome was such that physically attractive moved itself to physically unattractive.

My desire is to avoid the HFAC from here on out; and yet, I already know that I will need to take classes there.

After I had lunch, saw Grandma, and then tried to get a hold of number 7 to see if he wanted a ride (only to not have him call me back) I went to see some friends in Lehi then proceeded to call different people I know that live in and around Salt Lake City to let them know I was back in town. Beyond that, I am poor, from the move, and waiting for my second interview with Fidelity on Wednesday and working in Park City on Monday and Tuesday.

Maybe, don’t bet on this, I will get to the move update in the next day or two. Maybe Sunday. Maybe not.