Starbucks Guy sent me an e-mail this afternoon. It turns out that he is in his late 30s and has offered me friendship instead of another date, which I gladly accepted. He certainly did not look his age. I was thinking late 20s… but I guess that you don’t become a successful professor after only being in the system for a few years, so it makes sense. It would be like a student dating a professor… except I’m not going to his University. Creepy, no? I wasn’t expecting much to come of it anyway, but at least I have a good acquaintance (and an extremely good resource for an LGBT research paper). Nothing to complain about.
My work schedule next week is a whopping 38 hours with only Thursday (the day of my party) off. I’m going to have to reschedule my vocal lesson next week to Thursday to make things work. I wrote my 2 weeks notice letter and called my Mother to get some business advice on what to do with it. The advice she gave was very sage: “Hold off until I come back and we can discuss this further. No point in tossing in your notice if you don’t know what you’re getting into yet.” She’s right. I won’t know completely what is going on with Coach until Friday and the Parental Units come back from their vacation on Sunday, so Monday would be a good day to hand it in (if I choose to do so).
Tomorrow I work from 2-6, go to a piano lesson at 7, come back to work at 8 dressed in paint gear and work until midnight. I’m excited to paint something that isn’t a francophone’s apartment (I painted a client’s apartment with a fellow Katima-participant in Montreal. It was hell.). It should be a really easy job (and a lot of fun!).
Now I’m going to watch some Drawn Together. Toodles.