Connection Problems

I use wireless at home. Not my own wireless of course because I am the only one in the house with a computer. The desktop barely works, and my mom really has no use for a computer. Not now anyway.

When I use to come home from college I would just connect to the available wireless listed on my preferred network list. It didn't (and doesn't) matter whose it was as long as I had access to it. But on Friday I woke up with the intention of checking my mail like I always do but this time there were no open networks. Not even the one I have always used. Bummer. We are now getting wireless installed in the house but I have to wait until Friday to get it. Until then I am stuck using Dial-Up. There was a time when waiting 5 minutes for a page to load was normal, now it's just wrong. So very wrong.

My vacation is winding down. I like being home but I am ready to get back to my life. Here there is a false sense of security because I am home all day with my motherly mother and my flawed but entertaining brother. I don't have to worry about anything because it is all provided for me. But I really want a job, a job job, not a fun bookstore job. If the editor still wants me, I have an internship in a few weeks with an actual big league publishing house. It's only for 3 months but I know after that i can actively look for a job in publishing (or production) without my inexperience getting in the way.

My aunt has agreed to let me stay with her for a few more months. So this means that I will be juggling my bookstore job with an internship. If I'm lucky I'll get one day off a week. Fun times, I know. But this is what I want. It took me so long just to get here, so I feel like I am on the right path. I just have to remain on it, you know. So i will be booking another ticket to return to New York in a few weeks. I still fear that when I get there everything will have changed while I was gone for 6 weeks, and that I have to start over again. But that is just me being paranoid.

Dial-Up is driving me crazy. I was doing so well, until this crap happened. I want to write all about Marie's visit and the luncheon we didn't go on with our old librarian. But I'll have to wait.

Until Then,

Becks