So I got 2 job offers at once. Which was sweet. The weird thing is that now, 3 weeks later, I have accepted both of them. I quit the first one last week, which was awkward. It gave me that feeling in the pit of my stomach that reminded me of the feeling you get when you know you have to break up with someone but you are pretty sure they don’t see it coming. But then afterwards you feel a lot better, you know?

I digress. My real point here is that both offers had me working out of Boston, from where I now sit and write. So I started looking on Craigslist for apartments. For a while there, Craigslist replaced Facebook as my go-to site that I was constantly reloading in case somebody posted a gorgeous recently renovated hardwood throughout stainless appliace including a dishwasher in a quiet neighborhood with free off-street parking and laundry $600 a month place. Nobody ever posted that place. Maybe next time.

You know how after you click on a link and then go back to the page the link is a different color? That’s what I used to hold my place. So when I went back, the last place I looked at would be highlighted and I could work my way up from there. I sent lots of emails, highlighting my shining roommate resume, 24, easygoing, relaxes during the week goes out on the weekends, blah blah blah. I heard back from a lot of people. It was pretty much guaranteed that when someone called me back I had no idea which ad they were calling about. I set up a bunch of times to go see places…the first time around they were all over the place, and the next time all were in Southie. I saw 6 places the day I was mostly in Southie. I am currently living in the last one I saw.

The evening went something like this:

1. Place looked great in pics. Guy is pretty awkward on phone. Says he’s a freelance music producer, which sounds cool. When I get there he sits me down and interviews me. I feel like I am speed dating. Also he had a pony tail. No thanks.
2. 3 meatheads, Budweiser neon signs on the wall, playing XBox when I got there, while I was there, and when I left. No thanks.
3. Shit everywhere, roommates mysteriously leaving, disgusting stains on floors, walls, carpet. Possible site of meth lab. No thanks.
4. 2 br. This one somehow got lost in the shuffle of me not knowing which person was calling with regard to which ad. Nice place, small rooms, too expensive. Oh well.
5. Guy calls like 3 times in the 10 minute prior to my arrival. Gorgeous place. Wreaks of smoke. He keeps itching himself, clearly needed a fix. And his roommate who was out is a teamster. No thanks.
6. Finally a normal place with a normal guy for a roommate. I’ll take it.

Nine out of ten of the other places I emailed had cats. They never made it onto my call back list. When I was talking to someone about this annoying fact we decided it was because cats are like starter pets for people our age who cant handle a dog yet. Get a fucking fish.

On another note, I think its funny that all of our blogs seem to have lists in them. Somehow no matter what the topic, we both make a list.

Also, this is funny.