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Two months ago to the day, I wrote a tiny little baby post for babies about
the beginning of my search for an apartment. I wasn’t ready to put any money
down, and by the time I was sturdier on my feet, I was getting sick, and
then running away from all of my many, many problems. So none of that
came to fruition. Back then, I was hoping to find a place that was close to
where I worked, but that’s not liable to be an issue this time around.
Organizations are approaching me from all over the country, and one of them
is international. Well, it’s Toronto, which we practically share with
Canada. It might not matter where I live if I end up being offered a
position at one of these places. They’re fully aware of where I’m located,
and also that I can’t leave. That’s the best part. I used to be so nervous
about having to be truthful during the application and interview process,
not that I was always in as bad of a position as I am now, but it’s a relief
to have my ugliness out in the open. I don’t have to worry about them asking
me if I’m good with people, because I think we all know that I’m not. I
don’t have to wonder if they’re going to pick up on my autism, or if I
should say something ahead of time, so they don’t interpret my behavior as
just being an aloof jerk. They can read all about it and more on my website,
so if they let me get to the point where I’m answering questions directly,
and they miss something about me, it’s kind of their fault, right? They all
know that I’m in intermittent jail right now, and are still offering me to
start the process.
Anyway, I’m talking too much about my job prospects. This is meant to be
about my hunt for a place to live. While I’m not in jail, I’m still staying
in the hotel, but the FBI’s patience is wearing thin on that. Or at least, I
assume that it is. No one has said that I’ve overstayed my welcome, but you
don’t want it to get to that point, do you? That’s something you fix before
it becomes an issue. So I want to get out of here, and start making my own
way. God, this all sounds so familiar from earlier this year. Once again, I
have a benefactor who I can’t tell enough how appreciative of them I am. I’m
looking for a job, and a place to live, and I almost feel like I’m coming
down with something. My former employer even says that they’ll loan me last
month’s and first month’s rent at a new place once the FBI stops covering,
as long as I have a job offer in my inbox. I don’t even have to take the
job, though I’ll probably accept one of these soon. I can’t imagine that the
interviews are as important as they usually are, because as I said,
everything about me is out there for anyone to read at will. That’s why
they’re reaching out to me in the first place, because they already know
what I’ve been going through. They really shouldn’t be surprised by anything
I say at this point. Today is all about finding somewhere to dig in, while
tomorrow is filled with virtual interview after virtual interview. No one is
making me go in to their offices in person, which will make the process a
whole lot smoother. Unlike some people, I’ll be wearing pants throughout. I
know that it’s, like, a thing, to make conference calls in only your
underwear, but that’s not me. I just wanna put that out there. I don’t find
being half comfortable any more comfortable than being totally
uncomfortable. That didn’t make any sense, but you know what I mean.
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