Sunday, July 08, 2007

...and I'm back.

OK, here's the deal: I accepted the position in Olympia. After contacting HR at my alma mater, it became painfully clear that they were not going to interview me, so I really had no choice. Which is all well and good (and in fact it is neither well nor good, and I want to rip all of their fucking eyeballs out, but whatever). What really sucks is that THERE IS NO PLACE TO LIVE IN OLYMPIA, WASHINGTON. Let me qualify that: there is no GOOD place to live. After four solid days of searching and searching and driving around in circles through the city, we have come to the conclusion that law-abiding professional people who earn incomes and who do not beat either their wives or their children apparently do not rent properties in this fair city, because there are simply no decent places to rent. Every single apartment complex we saw was old and on the verge of collapsing, and the people going into or out of said complexes appeared to be sex offenders. And there are no houses for rent, at least not at this time, and most of the neighborhoods we looked at appeared to be the birth places of above-mentioned sex offenders.

In short, we have decided not to live in Olympia, though it will require me to commute an hour each way from North Tacoma (most of the rest of Tacoma also being replete with sex offenders). This saddens me, people. This saddens me a great deal. I do not enjoy the thought nor the act of commuting, and have sworn to myself on many an occasion that I would never be the single-car-driver-commuting-sap you see sitting miserably on the freeway at rush hour. But on the other hand, I cannot see myself living a mere paper-thin wall away from Cletus and Brandine as they whup some sense into their blended family. No thank you.

Viva la I-5!

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