Because that's what it's been. Seriously, there was non-stop rain today which didn't exactly help with my sore-throat-turned-runny-nose. Gross, I know, but we've all been there. I haven't really gotten much done this week. My biggest goal has been to get out of bed before 9 which has been eons harder than it should be. Today was the first day I managed it which makes me feel sad and successful at the same time.
BUT GUESS WHAT. I got the job!!! If you come to this blog via facebook, you've known that for a few days now but you guys, this has been the best thing that's happened to me in over a month. I figured that I would enjoy about a week or so of my post-student life with very little to do and then get bored. But if I'm being honest I was bored from day one and things kind of just kept devolving from there. I started sleeping in later and later and just not really caring about anything. Eating gradually went by the wayside [I've always been bad at eating consistently in general since I left for college] because making food, even something as simple as toast or microwaving a bowl of soup just sounded too strenuous. Monday was the worst my sleeping has been. I slept through my alarm [I used to be able to count how many times I'd hit snooze and how many were left before the alarm shut off but I can't anymore] and when I finally roused myself to check the time I was startled to see that it was almost noon. The worst part was that I knew full well that I could keep sleeping - and not the kind of sleep where you're forcing yourself to stay in bed and your eyes kind of start to hurt and you start getting uncomfortably warm under all those blankets because your body has woken up. That scared me. So I resolved to try getting up earlier but that's hard to do if you don't have something to get up for. Thankfully, the Lord is mindful of me and I finally got a call back from UVU on Tuesday extending the job offer to me. I start work on Monday and I am so stoked about it, though it may not look like it. It's just a part-time position which is perfect. I'm not a career-oriented woman. I just don't enjoy working that much. So this will [hopefully] be the perfect balance between being home and getting stuff and writing done here and being out of the house for at least a few hours every day. I didn't realize how much I would miss being outside even just for travel until I didn't have a cause or a means anymore.
So yays!
The other amazing upshot to this week was hanging out with my best gal-pal on Tuesday. There are few things in life as relieving as talking to someone who understands what you're saying even when you don't know what it means. We made a sweet B&N run where I finally got my hands on a copy of Extremely Load and Incredibly Close, which I have finished already, of course. Which means I need more books. Again. Well, hey. I did just get a job... Anyway. I am a huge fan of the movie adaptation of this book - measured, obviously, by the ridiculous amount of sobbing that I did while watching it. The book has some pretty significant differences from the movie [to be expected] but somehow the essence of the stories are the same and much of the plot and characterization was carried over almost exactly. Foer's writing style takes a little getting used to [a conversation in dialogue happens all in one paragraph mixed in with exposition and the very rare tag] and each character's narration [it's told by Oskar, his grandmother, and his grandfather though Oskar is writing to the reader, his grandmother is writing to Oskar, and his grandfather is writing to Oskar's father] differs in format as well as voice and the accounts, while they sometimes cover the same information and events, do not occur in strict chronological order so you have to be paying attention to know who is talking and what/when they are talking about. I don't mean to say that it's a difficult read, just different. I really enjoyed the read, especially the back story for Oskar's grandparents that comes in bits and pieces. The book provides so much more room for the development of those characters than the movie could. I kept coming across phrases and ideas that made me stop and want to mesmerize them because of how true they were, or how poignant. There are a million stories about loss and tragedy and how we cope with it but nothing is quite like this book. Oskar's voice is detached and analytical even when he's being emotional and that somehow brings out whole new layers of pain from a character who should be too young to have to feel it but whose story needs to be told and read for all of those who have felt that pain and haven't been heard.
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