So I'm sitting around, drinking coffee, watching one of the Puppet Master movies. Vinnie is whining incessantly to go outside.

The interview at the radio station wasn't bad. The woman was actually pretty cool. She actually was from Philadelphia, the same as me. Like me, she had got out as soon as she could and had lived all over the place, eventually winding up in Detroit because that was where her husband had grown up.

Needless to say, we had a lot to talk about. We discussed how much people in Pennsylvania just stayed where they were from and never strayed very far. We discussed how Detroit had the same phenomenon.

Then I told her how I had been interested in the position because I want to go back to school and pursue a degree in journalism (I am still wavering on this, but for the purpose of the interview I sounded clear on it) and said that I would like to work someplace that was related to my field and that I wanted an environment related to the field I wanted to go into in a serious capacity.

We talked a bit about the position and I gave reasons why I thought it would be a good fit.

Then she told me that she was going to be finishing up the interviews by mid next week, narrowing it down to a few people and calling them in for a skills test. She told me that she would call me either way.

I don't know if I'll actually get the job or not, but if I did, it would be a cool job to have.

Then I came home, ate breakfast and drank some more coffee, then went to our work out room. It's a great room. The equiptment is really nice, there are mirrors all over the place, and I seemed to get this zen thing going with the treadmill.

I came back to the apartment.

We prepared the apartment for Rob's birthday/housewarming shindig.

Eight o clock came around.

Okay, people should start showing up anytime.

Eight thirty. One of Rob's friends called, giving a half assed excuse for not showing up.

Nine o clock came around.

Okay, people should really start showing up.

Ten o clock. Time to get pissed.

Ten thirty. Rob checked his email. One of his closest friends, who Rob has gone to great lengths to spend time with everytime we've come into town for a visit in the past, sends an email that basically says "Oops. I guess I won't be making it." Not even a half assed attempt at an explanation.

Eleven PM. We're sufficiently pissed. We worked really hard to get this place in order in time for this shindig. Rob bought thirty dollars in snacks, which was actually a lot since we're so broke and neither one of us is working presently, and all these people who said they would absolutely be here as early as the day before had flaked out. Some of these were people that we drove three hours in the pouring rain to go to big events they were having. They were all people that Rob has been friends with for years who seemed ecstatic to see us if it was something they were doing, but the moment we throw an event, they can't be bothered.

The worst part about it is that they all either simply didn't show up or they waited until the "party" was already underway before calling to give some feeble excuse. If they had let us know beforehand that they couldn't make it, we wouldn't have been so upset. We would have known that this thing might happen and at least could have not worked so hard. But the fact that people were saying they'd be there up until the event itself, and then gave excuses that amounted to "I could go but I really don't feel like it" was what made it so offensive.

Oh well. It's a big city. I, for one, don't want to throw a party until we meet some folks that actually have the decency to follow through when they say they'll come by. I don't imagine it will take too long. We'll both be working soon, I'm going to be going back to school in the fall, and there's a wealth of art openings, dingy bars, lively nightclubs and just general stuff that we can do.