Waiting

Budget promised to call me back in ten minute to confirm my booking. That was almost ninety minutes ago, and I'm still waiting. Who knew that it took over two hours to book a truck?

I found out last night that yet another friend of mine is buying a house. She's the fifth or sixth one to do so in the past year. Apparently we're getting to that age, except that I'm not, because buying a house on a graduate student non-income shares a difficulty rating with breathing on the moon or persuading President Bush to admit that humans contribute to global warming. It's times like this that I question my decision to leave my life in a holding pattern for at least another four years, but then I listen to my working friends bitch about their jobs while I amble outside with a book and a cold drink on a sunny Wednesday afternoon, or remember that I get to spend my days charting my own course doing work that I love, and it seems like a good decision again. And hey, my new apartment building has a swimming pool. ;-)

Now if only Budget would call so that I could go to campus. If they call in the next twenty minutes, I can still get there in time for lunch. :D