statements of fact and flights of speculation
I've had two interviews now with Thoughtful House, a local autism treatment/education/research facility that needs both a front office manager and someone to oversee patient intake and scheduling; I just got an email from them saying that they are currently considering only two candidates, myself included, and they'll let me know when they've made a decision about whether they want me and for which position. I'm a little scared since, honestly, I may well be biting off more than I can chew, but then, I've been able to hold down professional positions before without working myself sick, and both jobs seem like stuff I can do even if I'm in too much pain for something like food service or retail. There's a lot to be said for not being expected to be on your feet for eight hours at a stretch when you're doling out energy the way I have to.
Had a friend in town for a few days. Just took him back to the airport, which sucked. I've never been given to gracious goodbyes. I am, however, all about alliteration.
jayiin and I keep threatening to start getting together once a week or so to work on writing projects and keep each other more honest about that part of the writing process where you, you know, finish a story. I think I kind of need something like that right about now.
The peacock shawl is kicking my ass. I'm on the last actual chart row; I could be done by tomorrow, and that's a generous estimate. But I probably won't -- if I screw up one more stitch I'm probably going to break down and cry and not look at it again for a couple of weeks.
edit: Indeed, I screwed up again and put the thing away. It isn't exactly that the pattern is difficult, more that there are a tonne of paired yo/decreases in a row and I seem to be unable to actually keep track of how many I've done. LAME.
I'd like to say that there's more going on in my world, but it would be a dirty lie. Keep your fingers crossed for me on the job thing -- this one looks really good and pays a lot better than slinging coffee.
Had a friend in town for a few days. Just took him back to the airport, which sucked. I've never been given to gracious goodbyes. I am, however, all about alliteration.
jayiin and I keep threatening to start getting together once a week or so to work on writing projects and keep each other more honest about that part of the writing process where you, you know, finish a story. I think I kind of need something like that right about now.
The peacock shawl is kicking my ass. I'm on the last actual chart row; I could be done by tomorrow, and that's a generous estimate. But I probably won't -- if I screw up one more stitch I'm probably going to break down and cry and not look at it again for a couple of weeks.
edit: Indeed, I screwed up again and put the thing away. It isn't exactly that the pattern is difficult, more that there are a tonne of paired yo/decreases in a row and I seem to be unable to actually keep track of how many I've done. LAME.
I'd like to say that there's more going on in my world, but it would be a dirty lie. Keep your fingers crossed for me on the job thing -- this one looks really good and pays a lot better than slinging coffee.