The Best Buy debacle ironed itself out quite nicely with a nice talking-to from my general manager.  [wha happon]? It was a big communication problem, apparently, so my freak out was somewhat appropriate with the information I had, but now that I know the story, I feel like a total drama queen. Which I am.  So I guess nothing was gained out of this. Oh! Except gained respect for our new GM.  He’s pretty much awesome.

I’ve mentioned before that I won’t be working for Best Buy as of August.  Some of you have asked where I will be, and I’ve avoided answering you.  That’s because I have no idea where I will be in August.  I just know I won’t be in Bloomington.  And I guess I have some idea.

Plan A: Move to Indianapolis.  Ideally, have a job in place before I get there.  Ideally, a job in my chosen field.  I might just temp until said job opportunity arrives.  Oh, and get a dog.  I really want a dog.

Plan B:  Apply to a myriad of jobs across our great nation.  Ask, “Any takers?”  Move.

Plan C:  Affix world map to wall.  Apply blindfold.  Step back ten paces.  Throw dart.  Move.

That’s how far I’ve gotten.