I could probably use a tan.

I know you all were beginning to wonder if I had fallen off the face of the earth with my lack of posts, but honestly I haven't posted because I haven't had anything interesting to talk about until now.......

In about 7 hours I should be boarding my plane for a flight to Virginia Beach, VA. Why am I flying out to the beach in the middle of winter you may ask? Well, in my never ending quest to find another embryologist job, I landed myself an interview with a clinic at Virgina Beach. Nervous? You bet I am. It's supposed to be a "working" interview, meaning they're going to see what kind of skills I posses. They're going to see if I can actually do what's on my resume. Apparently there are people out there who claim to be Embryologists having only set foot in the lab for am month or so. While I actually spent 2 years (4 if you count working in the animal lab) doing embryology, I haven't done a case in nearly 7 months so I'm betting my skill set is going to be pretty rusty, but I'm gonna give it my best and hope that I still got the goods.

If I get the job it means relocating which is a stressful procedure but easily done... I think.... I will be close to the beach meaning that I can work on my tan in the summer and rid myself of some of my "whiteness." Yes people, if I take off my shirt you need shades to look at me.

While I'm excited I find myself being somewhat reluctant as well for a couple reasons. The first and foremost is that this time when I move I'll be alone in the deal. No one to help me out if I fall flat on my face. I do have a steady job here, and while the pay may not be the best and it's not really what I want to do it is a secure/ steady job. Finally, I have made some friends recently as well, and I have some regret about leaving those (one I truly will regret leaving) and having yet again start all over.

In other news the gods of dating have decided to cast me into the firey pit of inconvienent occurances to keep me from seeing that one person I want to see. Four times now we've scheduled meetings to be with each other and all four times something's come up. From car troubles at a whims notice to the recent tornadic activity in the area it seems that the forces of mechanics and nature are working against us. If I believed in higher powers that be I'd say someone's trying to send me a signal to which I'd have to respond by fliping them the middle finger and yelling, "mind your own damn business!" But I'm a patient person and I know that we'll work something out, and after all I've always kind of wanted to kidnap someone....