Wednesday, 30

I woke up this morning with the realization that two exams were looming. With my cold I didn't even want to get out of bed. I made it through the first one at nine a.m. and caught the bus back home, deciding that skipping two classes (one of which I'm taking for no credit) was worth the hour, hour and a half of sleep I could get in between exams.

Then I went home and lay down for precisely thirty-eight minutes before being woken by a phone call from a potential job. I'd already postponed the interview from Tuesday because I was feeling flu-like, but even though I had all the details of the location already, I had to listen to the lady run through directions to get to their office on Thursday. Taking that call, during which I got put on hold twice so she could presumably do the same to two other callers, I missed a call from an old tenant. Let me just say that being a landlord is not worth the hassle. It makes me want to throw up. Luckily my mom knows what to do.

And our home teachers helped too. After encouraging (one might even say goading) one of them (as well as a pinch-hit home teacher, since our second was not available) to leave an Elder's Quorum meeting early to home teach us, I was able to get a blessing. These guys in our ward may be goofy, but there is no doubt that they hold priesthood power.