I'm out of here early this morning to work my one class this week. Total salary for the week - seventy dollars. Next week though. Next week is looking more like it with 6 more classes due to start. (See, now you can always know my salary, just multiply the classes.) Last session, I took on 12, but that was too much. I'm shooting for 9 or 10 this time.
Oh yeah, we successfully rented the unit yesterday. The person we selected (all three had decent credit, so we called the first to have applied) declined our offer of the apartment which was mildly irritating, since we had spent 12 bucks to run each credit check. So person number two snatched it up and came over to sign the lease. Last time it took us 2 months to rent that apartment out, this time it took two days. I don't get it, but no complaints.
It's buttfucking cold here. I'm going a bit stir crazy and am actually happy for the excuse to leave the house this morning. Supposed to snow all day which I will try to find festive.(Though it's starting to feel as hard as finding mold festive.) In somewhat related news, my butt is hurting from sitting. In the house, I'm pretty much sitting or walking. Actually it's long periods of sitting punctuated by walking. I've been inside for 12 days now. I have always loathed the idea of a desk job and here I am spending almost all my free time at my desk. I think that's irony. I always forget exactly what irony is, because it's so easy to confuse with coincidence and bad luck, but I think I've got it there. (And if I don't, you'll tell me. I'm not looking it up again.)