Long Days and Quick Turnarounds

So, I finally had enough. I tried the shimmy thing and after emailing 2 days ago and AGAIN hearing nothing I mulled over an email to the owner. When I got out of bed I finally just wrote the sucker and sent it.

Samar, I have decided to pull myself out of the running to try and become a Shimmy Pop instructor. At my training you mentioned that you would offer all of the tools necessary for me to audition for you, however I have spent the last three weeks emailing and calling with little response. The lack of communication borders on rudeness. If that's the way you operate your business I really want no part of that.

With my 20 years of fitness and dance experience I have no doubt that I could have been one of the best teachers you have, however, honestly at this point I am not about to waste my time.

Best of luck,
Hope

When I cut and pasted from my email to the blog I noticed there were a number of typos. Ah, that's what happens when emotion takes over. Needless to say, I do not expect a response. The funny thing is that within 23 minutes - twenty-three MINUTES - I was removed from the online video server. Gosh, if she was only that speedy in actual inclusion this all would be different. The sad thing is that I was really getting excited. Mostly because I would have been really good at it. I "lead a class" or at least part of one in the car on the way back from Davis when some appropriate music came on the radio. The choreography came surprisingly easy. Well, at least in my brain and while I was sitting. *smirk*

Driving around Davis yesterday with Claire made me think that I hadn't left. There is something so familiar about that place. However with driving to and fro and all the running around within the city and carrying luggage and groceries it was a long day.

I returned to Berkeley to find that pungent urine smell and realized that it was Day 2 of Kitty Revolt. This time there was not only pee on the floor next to the new litter box, but someone (I think Lincoln) decided to pee on Tony's bag of tools and his tool belt. And so the clean up continued. I then set up the old litter box next to the new one and this morning the smell is just about gone. Okay, okay I get it! You can't teach an old cat new tricks.

Just because it's on my mind, this lack of communication thing is starting to get old. I may have talked about it before but it seems to be a huge problem since I've been in California. Or at least those around me are more prone to it. (Raising hands in the ay-er) WHY GOD, WHY? Communication is such a big issue for me, but I really don't think my expectations are too high here. On the positive side, I have heard from 2 of the 7 universities where I applied. Just letters to confirm that they received my materials. However one local admin job said they would make some decisions by the end of the week and another is having interviews on Tuesday and I have not heard anything. And then don't get me started on the restaurants and catering companies.

Hope from Berkeley, trying to stay positive. Over and out.

But first some gratitude:
1. my dedication to flossing!!
2. dates who pay
3. the food at Crepeville
4. my comfortable couch
5. late night loving messages - thanks Suehyla!