Wake up and listen to my theme song: “Brighter Than the Sun” by Colbie Callait
Get lost on my way to a meeting with an Economics professor from Utah State that I met at Mom and Dad’s ward in Logan.
Improve networking skills and simultaneously, coincidentally, make a friend in my ward.
Decide to take Phil (my car) on a drive by the river, then onto the Jefferson Memorial.
Diddle daddle while making my over the Memorial, then rushing through viewing it because that diddle daddling cost me precious time.
Stand, gazing out over the Potomac River, and almost burst with exhilaration just thinking of the fact that I live in DC! I confess I laughed out loud; I couldn’t contain it.
Learn about George Mason.

Speed home, straighten hair, eat lunch (leftovers, of course, cuz I’m living on a budget).
Speed walk to the Metro because I still can’t figure out how long it takes to get to certain places in the city.
Waiting for the train, an old man tells me I’m “gorgeous.” A Metro worker motions for me to take the next train, one without the old man. I laugh, then get really serious when I think about the creeps that creep in cities like DC.
Listen to my theme song on repeat all the way into DC and almost miss my stop.
Get lost on my way to my interview, but it’s okay because DCers take care of each other, and I was half an hour early anyway.
Review interview questions on a park bench, alongside a hundred other people, because it’s 57 degrees outside.
Buy a cookie at Subway because the bathrooms are only for customers, and it’s nearly impossible to find a place to pee in DC! Sit and people-watch as I make phone calls and eat my cookie.
Give the guy in the Metro stop playing jazz music on his saxophone some change.
Go to my friend’s house in Crystal City to help her prep for an interview.
Come home and let my roommate convince me to drive 20 minutes for Café Rio. Time and space take on new meanings living in a city, again.
Take Phil to a girl in the ward’s house to see what $890/month gets you. Feel better about staying where I’m at.
Freak out and call Mom, Katie, Jen. Email recruiters so they don’t forget me.
Listen to theme song, set space heater on its highest setting because the house heater is broken again, and go to bed.
And I thought unemployment meant I was going to be bored!