Disappointment and Anger (unrelated)

Today I'm thankful because:
1. It's Friday! This week has been painfully slow, and I'm so glad it's almost over.
2. Tomorrow is my exam. I can't say I'm "prepared" because I don't know how to prepare. There's no study guide, and all I can do is read about the things I think might be on the test. So although I'm not prepared, I'm ready.
3. Exactly 2 weeks until the bar results
4. Did I mention it's Friday?
5. I know that there is a better house out there for us.

You read #5 correctly. We did not get the house. I guess the other offer was just better, but I don't know how much better it could have been if it took them 3 days to decide. Anyway, I guess the search is back on.

I would not expect you to believe me if I claimed to not be disappointed. I'm trying not to be, but I can't help it. We'll be starting back at square one because every other house we had on our list was pretty much removed when we saw that house. They didn't measure up at all. Our agent is going to hate us because I just got a lot pickier. I won't be able to stop myself from comparing every other house to that one.

I've been thinking a lot about how often I move. One thing I hate about moving is all the address changing you have to do. For those of you who haven't moved recently, you have completely forgotten what a hassle it can really be. I have moved (or moved Z) so many times that I know I've probably lost all kinds of important correspondence along the way. From what I can tell so far, the Prattvegas post office seems OK, but the Tuscaloosa post office is completely incompetent. Not only do they not forward our mail, but they do forward other people's mail to us. The whole time we lived at our nice apartment there, I received some other woman's bank statements. Her last name was my maiden name, but the mail was not even forwarded from Z's old address. She lived on a completely different side of town, and somehow they decided she and I must be the same person. I always marked it "Please Forward" and stuck it right back in the mail. One time, I even circled her name and wrote in big block letters: JANA IS NOT THE SAME NAME AS JENNIFER. STOP FORWARDING THIS TO ME. Still, every month, without fail, there would be this bank statement with a yellow sticker at the bottom accusing me of not informing my bank of my new address. It wasn't even my bank! Go figure. Anyway, that's just one example. But I am a magazine maniac. I've always been interested in them, and I've worked in the magazine industry since before I even graduated, with an internship, so I love magazines. I have about a dozen subscriptions, and it takes a long time for an address change to be processed with them. Sometimes you can miss 2 issues of each because they print address labels so far in advance. So, it's very helpful to know your future address so you can submit your change as soon as possible because, for those of you who don't know, the post office doesn't forward magazines. Now, what kind of sense does that make? They will forward the wrong person's mail and even junk mail. But a magazine that cost money – that they don't see fit to forward? I can just picture the letter carrier when they get magazines addressed to someone who has moved. That would be like Christmas to them, because they'd just kick back in their white part truck-part moon mobile and enjoy my Southern Living, or Traditional Home, or whatever. That makes me sad.

It's a good thing that my exam is this weekend because I don't know how much longer I can take it here. I just got yelled at for misspelling a word which is clearly spelled in our own style guide created specifically for our company. I had been asked to proofread one of our new media kits. When I was finished, I was informed I'd spelled a word incorrectly, and when I argued that I'd spelled it per the style guide, I got yelled at that she'd had someone else look it up in the dictionary and it was spelled differently. So I asked, doesn't our personal, created-by-us/for-us style guide come first? She narrowed her eyes and hissed at me, not when I say it doesn't. WTF? I honestly said it doesn't matter to me one way or the other and walked out. I cannot stand her attitude. She is rude, disrespectful, and full of herself. If I wouldn't starve, I would have quit a month ago. (I stopped blogging about it for the most part because I started to feel too negative. But sometimes you just have to let it out.)

Unfortunately, after taking the exam, I think it takes 4-6 weeks before I know the grade. Time can't move fast enough for me right now, in regards to this exam.