We have data on your attractiveness

That was the subject line. The body of the email contained:

We are very pleased to report that you are in the top half of [free Internet dating site I will keep private for my mother's sake (besides, all the kids are doing it these days)] most attractive users. The scales recently tipped in your favor, and we thought you'd like to know.

Recently? Has the same photo recently become more attractive? Have a wave of similarly disillusioned 23-37-year-olds suddenly joined the Internet dating bandwagon? Seriously. Same photo. Since joining. I'm ashamed to admit how long ago.

The crux of the matter:
Your new elite status comes with one important privilege: You will now see more attractive people in your match results.

Wait a minute, I haven't even seen the most attractive people so far? I didn't pay for this site, so I will instead ask for the time back that I spent on mostly awful to okay dates with apparently less attractive beings.

But on the upside, I am now statistically attractive!


oh, hi!

Long story short, The Great Underemployment of 2009 lasted from May 2009-March 2010, wherein I lived off my savings and the generosity of my parents (I'll pay you back, Mom!) and the 10 or so hours of work per week I could beg my way into. I am now in The Great Overemployment of 2010, wherein I have three jobs and work an average of 70 hours per week. I only mind that these hours are spread across three locations, one of which takes an hour to get to or from and involves crossing a bridge or at least 2 forms of public transportation.

Today is unusual because I am tele-commuting-- being as I have a functioning computer at home, while the job I'm supposed to be at today does not-- which means I get to work from the comforts of my french press and pajamas. And I get to do laundry and run errands!

One might think having the time to blog today means I am not being terribly productive, and maybe that's true. But we all need a little breather once in a while. I don't earn any sick or vacation days at these jobs yet, so managing not to go crazy or get too sick are high priorities. In the last month and a half I've managed to work through the flu, split both corners of my lips while quickly scarfing down a too-big sandwich, and survive a gnarly and unidentified spider bite, which has either begun healing or is rotting my flesh.

If I can just make it to a plane on May 10, I will have worked approximately 9 weeks x 70 hours = 630 hours without a single full day/night off. And then I fly away to visit cousins and friends for a week. Kind of reminds me of working through school. Exhilarating, but at this point also pretty automated. I couldn't even sleep in past 9 this morning, but I was so excited not to be sitting in (entirely unpredictable) traffic that it was totally worth it.