So...February. It is a good thing that February is such a short month because it is the month where I just can’t take it anymore! I’m itching for spring weather, sunshine, and other wonderful things that aren’t the bleak, dark, cold suckiness of short days and winter weather.
February started out with a huge possibility of a job offer that never materialized. In fact the folks I interviewed with didn’t contact me, and eventually reposted the job mid-month. Another job opportunity was posted, I applied, and after a mediocre interview they at least told me, “No thank you.” I used the time to curse the moving gods and specifically spell out timelines to make it work and feel like I have a plan.
The month ended with an email from the recruiter saying that the job req had been cancelled and reissued and I should reapply. Sigh...so, I did.
In the meantime, there was the Super Bowl (which I didn’t watch) along with a party (which I greatly enjoyed). I don’t know if I can tell you really who played, let alone who won, but I did eat a lot of really tasty food, and have a lot of really fun conversation. I really do have the best family, and I love hanging out with them.
Also making February tolerable: The Olympics. Really, I don’t think I need to talk about my love for them, and now I have become a rabid fan of both the biathlon (They have to ski penalty laps! On a little penalty track! I love it!), and curling. Seriously, I don’t understand the rules at all, but I love the Norwegian teams’ pants, and how every player is mic’d and you can hear all of the team conversation. I also enjoy that there is an Olympic sport which you can successfully participate in while 7 months pregnant. Rock On Curlers of the World!
I love the Olympics, I really do, but it seems as though Vancouver was the red-headed stepchild of Olympic Games in recent memory. Nothing really worked quite right, the venues had more than the normal amount of problems (from the mechanical failure during the torch-lighting, to the lack of bathrooms and concessions, to the dangerous bobsled track that caused a tragic death) and everything seemed...just really low-budget, and unsafe.
I was so eye-coveringly embarrassed by parts of the closing ceremonies that I just had to turn if off. I mean really: dancing, Rockette-kicking Mounties (so out-of-sync, why didn’t they take lessons from Beijing Organizing Committee)...Michael Buble lip-synching really, really, poorly (think Ashley Simpson during her Saturday Night Live debacle)...and half-nekkid maple leaves twisting around. Not to mention the painfully unfunny bits by Catherine O’Hara and Michael J. Fox. Eek! And don’t even look at the giant inflatable beaver and moose, so reminiscent of the terrible, terrible bear from the Opening Ceremonies.
And last, but not least, in February a move that was thankfully not mine.
So February was kind of a mixed bag of events, but March is off to a quick start. Even though it is snowing today. Stupid snow! I also promise a list of books I’ve read so far this year with at least a one sentence review coming in the next couple of weeks. And if you’re lucky a recap of job status and job potential.
