Going on week 11

Ahhh Peace Corps. We have a hate love relationship at this point. I hate waiting yet you love it. You hate reviewing paperwork and I love knowing its not my fault.

I remember reading other people's blogs about telling others about their invitations, I remember reading posts on Yahoo! about people getting their invites, and I remember a time when I was hopeful that I'd get my invite soon. Week 11...c'mon! "You'll hear something shorty" just keeps going through my head over and over. I knew my stuff wasn't on the top of the list but it should be kinda close at this point.

Oh well...it reminds me of a plaque my grandmother has in her kitchen that says "God grant me patience, but please hurry!"

What makes it worse is that everyone and their brother knows I'm doing the Peace Corps. They all know that I'm supposed to leave next year. They all know that I was going through the medical process. So they all assumed that by now I'd know for certain where and when I'd be going. Example, an email from my friend Ang "hey how's the Peace Corps stuff going? I remembered thinking that you said you should know this month". I told her I would probably know something in two months, my bad.

My responses are starting to become possible lies. I say possible because I've no idea. I tell people June and Azerbaijan. Those two are a bit arbitrary. I came to the conclusion that it's probably going to be Azerbaijan because of some clues (see previous posts) and my nomination is for June and I don't think it'll be changed. I wonder if my excitement would change when I receive the invite letter saying that? Doubtful.

I'm starting to come up with ideas of things to do for projects. In a year I'll probably be able to actually DO them yet I've got an idea. Weird.

Anywho, this blog is getting in may way of waiting for contact with the PC. :-)

Until next time

9 Weeks!!!

Its been 9 weeks to the day since I've heard anything from the PC. And by anything I mean in regards to medical (dental went by rather quickly). Yesterday I gave my screening assistant a call. I assumed they would be back from their honeymoon. Alas, voicemail. Then today around noon I was playing video games at work (normal) and my cell rang. Didn't recognize the number so I didn't answer. Not the first time. Voicemail. Well I'll be. Tada its my screening assistant! Weird. I called him back, nothing. "Son of a..." is what my coworkers heard. Hour later they called me back and we briefly discussed how on earth I hadn't heard a thing. Turns out they were supposed to have reviewed my file but hadn't and that I would hear something shortly. I should've asked if shortly meant a day, a week, three months...etc. But atleast they were courteous enough to call me back and to be so prompt. I'll give'em credit for that.

Oh for those that only get to read this blog another update. I got the job at the GAP (EXCELLENT employee discount) and I've mainly been working weekends. My boss...hottie. Assistant boss...major hottie. One of my coworkers...reallllllly cute. Has a bit of a southern draw to her and a giant smile.

Loads better than hearing about dried up vagina and menopause.

7 weeks

Ahh the 7 week marker and yet my OMS contact is still on his honeymoon. Good for him I guess.

I think I'll wait until week 8 to start harrassing. I know I'm on the wait list. Plus I read that they're finally getting through with the February/March people. So its a slow moving process.