AHHHHhhh

So I just finished a phone evaluation with one interpreter company. Yikes, it was English to English, and man, it WAS freaking hard to retain what one person says and to convey it to the dot. Shit. The lady assured me that I did okay and we set a time for feedback tomorrow. So I guess all is not lost. I do wish to land this gig. They pay 50 cents per minute, and that's 30 dollars per hour. Even if I work five hours and only talk on the phone for 2.5, that's still 15 dollars per hour. Not too bad, considering I can work from home and save on gas and stuff.

Ahhhhhh, my heart is still beating fast. I was so nervous.

Job hunting is going okay; I suppose. Nonprofits really move slow, and most of the agencies that I sent my resume to are still reviewing. Damn, okay, fine.

I skipped school last night; just didn't feel like going. Tired of the stupid lectures, and thought to focus on finding a job. Can't do this often.

Rob and I had a really good weekend. This weekend, it just felt like we touched upon something new and important:

When we were driving in the car to go to Pasadena just for the heck of it cause we didn't want to go home, Rob started talking about how he wanted to move away from the westside, and out of nowhere, he said, "maybe we could find a place together." I sat up straight, and asked him, "are you talking about moving in together?" Then, we started a conversation. Man, that was nerve-wrecking, too, but I was excited, too, about the idea. Somehow, it comforted me while it freaked me out a bit at the same time. Living with Rob? Hmm. Makes me feel so vulnerable, but somehow it feels really fun to start a place together.

From there, we talked about hypothetically meeting his parents, and what his and my expectations are of each other in those situations. I was really touched with his flexibility, and how he adored his parents. We went to eat Korean food, and it was really a very interesting conversation that made me feel like we have opened up something new in our relationship.

Honestly, I feel a little scared. Moving in together feels like giving up my last line of defense....where would I go if we fight? (But, as Rob pointed out with his wisdom, "how often do we fight, honey? We haven't fought yet in 2 and half years; we talk things out." Fine. Hmm. I did point out to him that perhaps we don't fight beacuse we don't live together, and that the fact we don't fight may merely be the byproduct of not cohabitating.....okay, okay, I know I am being paranoid.)

Truth be told, I am just a little nervous. But, it felt good to discuss such matters, and knowing us....we will be talking about it for a long time before we do anything!

(That company just called me back for an interview just now. Hmm, not too shabby.)