A-hoy-hoy! Not a ton going on at the moment. Alyssa and I are still as jobless as ever, but we just learned that she has an in at Ebay, so that's good news. I've had two interviews, one, with Waterford, being on the lousy side (although one of the company managers was kind enough to drive Alyssa to the U just in time for her final test), and the other, with Henry Schein, being quite good, but they're apparently "not in a rush" to make a hiring decision, so "meh" to that. I've pretty much set my mind on going back to school at UVU and getting my degree in biology teaching. The way I see it, I can either take advantage of this amazing once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of getting laid off and do something I'm actually passionate about (last night I succumbed to my megadork nature and reviewed the basics of organic chemistry), or I can spend the next 40+ years working in a field that, quite honestly, I have always loathed.
The major news tidbit since my last post is, of course, Holden and Emily's wedding, which was loverly. Me being Ben Green, I particularly enjoyed the crepe-intensive brunch catered by the Shaws. Go Shaws go. (Although I felt really bad for telling Emily's parents that a particular brownish substance in a pitcher was gravy, which they proceeded to drizzle all over their potatoes; it turned out to be waffle topping. Talk about getting off to a bad start there!) Alyssa and I played "One Hand, One Heart" at the brunch and several other songs at the reception, and loverliness abounded. Oh yeah, and of course we held fast to our age-old tradition of braving a less-than-wholesome novelty goods store in order to buy a "dirty" gift for the couple, which in this case consisted of "Chocolate Body Paint" and "Edible Love Dust." You've sure gotta love us, that's all I can say about that. On the gift tag, I wrote "Congrats to you both. And Emily, whenever Holden acts up, be sure to give him a good lickin'." Oh MAN, I slay me.
Alyssa and I didn't do much else in St. George, not having a whole lot of time, although we played some awesome Swimming Pool Basketball and also won Donkey Kong Country after playing it for hours on end. I also started reading Wicked, thinking "Aww, how sweet, a light-hearted romp for the entire family, wherein we learn how those darned Munchkins got to be so cute!" It was not to be. In fact, when it wasn't borderline pornographic (note to Gregory Maguire: the Wicked Witch already gave me nightmares as a child; please don't make me read love scenes starring her), it was downright boring, with unlikeable characters blah-blah-blahing left and right about the nature of evil and nothing important ever seeming to happen. So I give this book (the half I read, anyway) a D (rather than an F only because I thought Glinda was kind of funny every now and again). And that's Ben's Book Review for today. Dum-da-dum-da-dum-DUM.
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