Day 216: Waiting turns to frustration

Up at 9 am. Running two fans overnight seems to have dried the carpet and padding in one spare bedroom nicely. Kept it going anyway. Emailed Brian to ask him about the tile problem ... or if there even was a problem. Spent the morning blogging, surfing, and IMing. Opened up the windows to get more circulation going, even thought it's a muggy morning. Hopefully it at least sweeps that faint "underside of the carpet" smell out.

The afternoon dragged on with no word my recruiter. I guess I'm not starting tomorrow either. Frustration started getting the better of me again. Lost my temper a couple of times. I feel like I shouldn't talk to any of my friends right now. Everyone's probably sick to death of my bad moods by now. I hate that Blogacharya has become Whineacharya. I just feel like I keep getting bonked in the head. Not too hard, just enough to keep me off balance.

On the one hand, it's good that I'm not starting my job right now because I've been able to take care of the carpet more easily. On the other hand, afternoons like this, sitting and waiting and wondering when the hell I can finally move out of this seemingly endless holding pattern ... it's driving me nuts. I feel stuck. Trapped. I don't even have to start that job this week. Just knowing WHEN I'll start is enough. To know that I actually WILL start.

Late in the afternoon I called my dad to get his advice on the tile. He wasn't worried about that, just making sure I dried the carpet, which I was already well on my way to finishing. So for once, talking to him made me worry less. Still, while earlier I had considered getting people together for a movie or dinner, by the time evening rolled around I decided I was in too bad a mood to go out. I suppose a bad mood was an even stronger reason to go out, but oh well.

Thank God the cats were drinking water like normal. Probably couldn't have handled worrying about them on top of everything else. Spent pretty much the whole evening watching TV while the fans did their things in the other rooms. Storms threatened from the west but petered out before they got to Austin. Whew. I like rain (but not storms), but not this much, this fast.