Ain't no sunshine

I found C-vans, thanks to some creative Google-stalking. And then I got to orientation and they hand me this really helpful packet that tells you to use this address if you want to get directions online because the address on all their stationery will send you to the wrong address. Excellent advice to have before I found my way to orientation. They put me to work right away, though. So far, I've been assigned to 4 proposals (the average turn-around time is 10 days) and I've mostly been writing bios, but I also edited a few short sections, and soon I'll get to write a case study. I can't decide if they're still planning to hire me. I have this odd vibe that it might not happen, but they keep signing me up for training sessions that I just don't need...unless I'm a more permanent fixture. I'll try to keep track. Anyway, I meant to provide my continuing adventures - but Matt was here, so I was distracted. He left yesterday. Actually, he left yesterday at 5 am. He left at 5 am, and he doesn't trust my clock, so he set a second alarm on his cell phone. He set 2 alarms, and then he got up before either of them went off.

Ask me if he turned either of them off.

Anyway, le Matthew is now in OK, where it is raining profusely. It also rained here. Coincidence? Probably not, but probably not related to me, either. Roommate Neil gets home around 10, so I pretty much have the place to myself, which leads to blasting random music in an effort to make myself feel at home in what is obviously not my place. I reorganized the room yesterday, so it sort of looks like a girl lives here now, but I still had to sleep with the tv on - a true sign that I'm not home yet. Last night when Matt called, he asked if I had seen "hide or hair" of Neil. I told him Neil's hide was not home from work yet, but his hair is all over the apartment. This is disgusting, yet true. Actually, some of the hair is almost certainly Matt's. I can't decide if it's the season for them to be dropping their winter coats or if they enjoy marking their territory (and if it's the latter, I should be eternally grateful that they chose to mark it with hair). I cleaned the floor once, but I haven't been brave enough for a repeat performance, which is too bad for my [mental?] health.

Finally, in wedding-related news, there was nothing for me to eat at the seafood place except a side salad. The waiter actually commented on me not ordering anything, so I commented on there not being any vegetarian-friendly food on the menu, and he apologetically offered to bring me an extra side of vegetables. So, I ate a side salad and 4 asparagus spears for dinner. Matt's mom agreed to pay for the photographer, although she seemed to have some sticker shock and (not totally unexpectedly) tried to suggest we try to get Matt's uncle to take our pictures. Matt pointed out that he didn't take the pictures for his own step-daughter's wedding, and I think she's dropped that. I don't mean to sound like a brat about that, but I don't feel right asking a family member to travel half-way across the country to work at our wedding. This is just an expensive item that we don't really care about, so if she didn't pay for it, I'm not sure what we would have done. My parents get back next week, so the actual wedding drama won't be starting for a good 2 weeks. I'm enjoying the last of my care-free weekends.