Your Best Is An Idiot

We've begun the wedding planning in earnest, or in the vernacular, for reals. For some reason wedding coordinators are all jerks. They're friendly enough folk once you get them on the phone, but unfortunately none of them ever answer their phones, and they certainly don't return calls. Don't you want our money, jerkwads? And we can't get the ceremony and the reception to line up. This church is open on the 18th, but the country club nearby isn't. That cathedral is open the 11th, but the hotel close to it is too expensive. I'm sure there are a million possible places to do it in a city the size of Houston, but so far we have had no luck coordinating.

I'm not complaining, mind you. I'm expressing sympathy. See, when I keep saying "we" what I really mean is "Lizett". She's doing all the grunt work. I've made a few phone calls here and there so I can feel like I'm helping, but being 1,000 miles away and completely unfamiliar with the area there really isn't a ton I can do. Except get my ass to Texas.

The job search has also begun in earnest, or in the vernacular, it's on like donkey kong. I had poked and prodded around for a few jobs before, but I hadn't made it a priority. Now the ND Law School has crushed my last best hope of Lizett moving up here by refusing to accept any visiting students, so I pretty much have to find work in Austin, and soon, or the universe will implode. This makes my mother very happy. My mother is very in favor of me moving to Texas.

So the job search is going all right. I've gotten a couple of callbacks, which isn't bad for just submitting resumes yesterday, although I must confess one of them was for a job in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I definitely did not apply to anything in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Weird. So hopefully something will come through soon. I'm going to poke my head outside of the education market, which should improve my chances of finding something quickly. It's only temporary.