It's been a dog's age since I updated my LiveJournal, and I want to get back into the habit of updating regularly (man, how many times have I said that), but I have to get a recap out of the way first. I was reading back over the last few whatevers of entries, and almost everything is about a) work, and b) my cats. HOW BORING. Prepare yourself for some more of the same.
So, hey, I'm employed! I was unemployed for six weeks at the beginning of the year, and this is my fifth week at my new job. It is, as I had hoped, in the geotechnical engineering field, as opposed to land development, which is what I was doing before. Sometimes it's a little frustrating to not be doing what I already know how to do -- I jump at the chance to do little civil things here and there, partly because it makes me feel smart again -- but I'm glad I'm learning something new, which could ultimately be more interesting to me. Right now the commute is a bitch (over an hour), but I'm already mostly used to it, I have a guy with whom I carpool, and theoretically in a year I'll be working out of the West Berlin office, which is just fifteen minutes down the road from my house. And I like the company -- it's far more laid back than the other places I've worked (I'm thinking this is largely because there are fewer freaking engineers here, a lot of guys are geologists), but not excessively so. Work right now is slow, but supposedly in the summer it speeds up a bit, and we'll be losing our two Drexel co-ops, which also makes me sad because they are awesome. What's sort of ridiculous is that I keep thinking of them and me as the kids, which is absurd, as I am practically thirty years old and have a PE (not that I've used it yet) and am really not a kid anymore. That probably means I should dress better.
It is with great regret that I must inform you (the internet) that I have given my kitten Edward away. I got him sometime in November, I believe, and for the past four months he's been living happily with myself and Henry. Henry, on the other hand, was not so happy. I was hoping that eventually they'd get over it and get along, and while Edward never held any ill will towards Hank, he did treat the orange behemoth just as he treated his furry mice and jingling balls and fuzzy yarn: he jumped on him, and hunted him, and wrestled. Henry was in turn making MY life miserable and impossible, and though at this point I like Edward better, I feel as though I have more loyalty to Henry, so I gave Edward to my wonderful and understanding parents. I'll miss him, but man, he'll have a much better time there. They have birdfeeders which attract about fifty birds at any given point of time during the day; a much larger house about which to run and explore; hardwood floors downstairs, the better to make hairpin turns upon; the option to eventually become a partially Outdoor Cat and learn to kill and bring home the aforementioned birds; and people who are home far more often than I am. I just hope he doesn't forget me. He's such a sweetheart, even if he did attack my eyeball whilst I was sleeping and make it look like I got punched in the face.
Okay, I think that's it! I want to talk about "The Riches," which I watched last night, and maybe even a little bit about R.E.M., who were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame yesterday, which makes me feel both old and nostalgic. Hopefully I'll get around to that. Maybe I won't. Anyway, hi again, LiveJournal! I've totally still been reading almost everything this whole time, even when I don't take the time to comment. Have a great Tuesday. It's warm!