see you in Flag?

I did the phone interview today. I was more nervous since it was talking to four people that I haven't seen yet face to face. The one question was "when can you start?"

I had said that I had been planning this trip in June, and would need time to move out there, so I was thinking July.

They asked if it was okay to check the references. I gave a heads up to my references that something was up (again).

Then I got an email saying that I could start before my planned vacation. And they'd let me go on my trip, but I wouldn't get paid for the time I was gone.

You think they want me to start?

So I replied back that I really then just need time to move out there, and could start after that. I mentioned that I can drive up there Tuesday to look at places to live and such.

We'll see if he wants me to come and meet him while I'm there.

don't cry for me Argentina (maybe not)

But even with this setback on the new job front, I'm not totally ready to get sloshed.

I got a call Wednesday from a 928 area code. That's northern Arizona area. I thought it was a strange number relating to my friend up in Prescott Valley.

Nope. Go a little farther north.

Grand Canyon? Too far north.

Flagstaff? Bingo.

I had applied for this lab job at Northern Arizona University when boyfriend had been accepted at the school. Never heard anything back, so I thought it was a job for a person they had in mind, hired someone, and moved on.

"We just got your application yesterday even though the position was closed in March. Are you still interested in the job?"

"My heart's going to be up there, so yes I'm interested."

I am doing a conference call interview this afternoon. Since Tuesday is my day off from the hardware store, I am reserving the right to drive up there on Tuesday if it looks promising.

Got a confirmation email about the interview. I figured I should look into what he's researching. I have so many ways to offer my knowledge (mouse systems, immunology), and he could teach me more about parasitology. So in other words, I'd be excited to work for this guy.

I should make a sacrifice to the job gods to land this one. The location (Flagstaff) would be nice. Boyfriend would be there for three years so we could work on our relationship. It'd be back in academia (which is my type-cast) and would have job security.

don't cry for me Argentina (okay maybe)

For the last couple weeks, I've checked in with the agency that has arranged this job for me. Just to make sure we're still on for the 16th, nothing else needs signing, figuring out the insurance, etc.

I called and left a message Wednesday about my direct deposit form. Figured out the answer later on that day, and faxed it away. So when I didn't get a call back, I figured that she knew I didn't need a call back. So I got a call Thursday afternoon, and she sounded stressed.

"What's wrong?"

"I have to tell you some bad news. The funding isn't secured yet, so we can't pay you next week. It's going to be another week or two"

"Uhh, I already put notice in here, and I'm not on the schedule after Saturday. What am I going to do to pay for my insurance?"

"I can see if there's temporary secretary work in the Scottsdale area."

"Let's see what I can figure out. Go away while I cry my eyes out for a bit and ask for my job back and work day to day."

Of course I know I can still work at the hardware store. They officially never wrote in the "master calendar" that Saturday was going to be my last day. I guess they knew something I didn't. If I had to choose to work the hardware store with some great people, or be a secretary when I'm not that familar with that kind of stuff, I'll take the hardware store.

Even when I trip over a ladder at the hardware store and screw my back up. So I'm blogging from home stretched out on my bed with a heating pad and lots of flexeril.