wtf?!

no word on the job yet.  they said the would make their decision by early this week and it’s thursday in oz already.  seriously,  does it take that long to draft my offer letter?  ha!  now i’m really antsy and i just want to know either way.  this is cruel and unusual punishment and while i’m enjoying my holiday,  this is always looming at the back of my mind.  not very nice.  to be honest,  i’m not feeling very optimistic now.

had a marathon shopping day and i think i’ve bought enough stuff to clothe a small country so i’m done.  it’s a good thing there isn’t enough time for us to shop in atlanta or else we’d be in trouble.

my parents decided to treat us out to dinner at the japanese all-you-can-eat buffet.  mmm, sushi.    great news for everyone not allergic to fish and seafood.  my parents are still in denial and decided that i can’t be their child.  my mother tried to get me to eat lobster to see what would happen and my dad got me a salmon roll.  i was soo grouchy.  the only things i could really eat was the steak and the strange asian desserts.

i got a manicure today and i was talking to the gal and she asked me where i was living.  i said australia and she said that she knew i wasn’t from around here.  she says that i have an australian accent.  seriously,  wtf?  i wanted to tell her that i was actually born and raised just a few minutes away but that would mean engaging her in a conversation about my life.  not interested.  the nail polish couldn’t dry quick enough.

we’re off to atlanta tomorrow.  i am horribly sick with a fever and really bad cough.  i’m trying to hide it from my parents by taking lots of tylenol and coughing violently in another room.  if my parents knew how sick i was, they wouldn’t let me on that plane.  i’m trying hard to not act sick.  mind over matter.

the Brit and i decided to try to pack all of our crap in one bag for atlanta.  brilliant idea.  not.  the brit decided to take as many shoes and outfits as me.  he’s such a girl.  miraculously,  we managed to get it to fit though i have to shove a pair of heels in my carry on.  i saw the Brit pack a jumper and i looked at him like “do you know how hot it’s going to be down there?”  i couldn’t say anything though because i packed 7 dresses.

we’re back from atlanta next tuesday at about 10am.  there will probably be some radio silence from me till then as there are loads of wedding activities planned so i don’t foresee time to blog.  with me being sick,  we’re going to play it by ear -  i may spend quite a bit of time in the hotel room.  you never know – i may feel better tomorrow.  i’ll talk to you all soon.