The buyer's regret is starting to sink in. Today was damn hot, and I packed my CDs, a task that took an episode of Grey's Anatomy and two episodes of Law & Order to finish. The weatherman said the 90-degree high today was unseasonably warm. My apartment hasn't really cooled down all day.
It made me realize that with 273 more square feet of space comes a proportional increase in my utilities bills. Electricity is already a killer, and it will be moreso come July and August. Water, I'm sure, will double. I'm considering getting rid of the telephone land line and — diety forbid — go entirely cellphone. My land line is the spam catcher of my phone — all the unwanted calls get directed there.
I also have another option — find a new job. I've been getting calls from staffing agencies, wanting to hook me up with their clients. I haven't followed up on any such leads. I do have a phone interview on Monday with the CTO of a media company. He contacted me, which means something, I guess.
I've characterized my job search so far as passive. I'm not looking for anything, but I wouldn't mind being found. And while I do like the stability my current job offers, the pay will always be an issue.
This moving thing has really thrown some screwdrivers into the gears. I liked the idea of a new job when it was an option. Now it's looking more like a necessity.