oh day!
Oh, productive day.
Really, this is just a boring account of what I did, but I feel like accounting it, so there!
Started bright and early with coffee and an interview at 9am. I must say, I kicked some ass at the interview today. Once again I felt great and on top of my game. I hit it off right away with the first woman who interviewed me and it only got better with the others from there. I was led to believe this is almost a done deal and that I will be getting an offer, but nothing is a done deal until it's done, so I am going to be hopefully but not set my heart on it.
Matt tried to help me prep this morning but I was all nerves. I'm glad I have the ability to get my cool before I need it, though. Knowing nerves just hurt in the moment, I can focus my way out of them. But I was all jitters before I left since I really wanted a shot at this one! His big hug before I headed out the door helped a lot too, though.
So yeah, I interviewed with the HR lady who'd be my direct boss, the fiscal person who I would report to sometimes, and one of the owners. The office is located in a great location downtown and I could take the train almost directly to the door! Keep your fingers crossed!
Then I hit downtown to return a sweater and found some COMFY PJ's. I love new pajamas!
THEN I dealt with the never-ending Blue Cross issues piling up. They appear to be DEALT with and DONE, but we'll see. Can insurance companies be bigger bitches? I think not.
Onto making appointments. One tomorrow with the hormone doc. Then gluten beginning this weekend, then a consult, then the big day. I have such an odd array of emotion surrounding this. It's funny because it's "ok" if I harm myself by choice, but to be told to do so pisses me off. I nibble off bread because I want it is fine, but being given the green light for 4 weeks brings me to tears. Part of it is knowing for 4 weeks I am going to be ill. I'll ache and itch and look like a dark-circle eyed blowfish. And then I am actually nervous to be tested! What if it's something? What if it's not? There's no winning answer to either of those. The win will be when I feel good again, normal again, and I need to keep my sights set there. It's 8 weeks out until I am recovering, and probably 12 until I am better. Much better. In time for spring!
Then I went apartment hunting because what better way to continue the day? I was on a roll and waddia know, Matt and I put in applications for a nice 2bdrm this evening. Move in date Feb 15th. It's really nice to have that done.
Continuing on with the productivity, I projected our finances out through Sept when our new lease will be up. Boy does that feel good. I started to get all anxious with car trouble and a move on our plate but then decided to look at the big picture. It's part of my trying to maintain perspective, and it works! So I dedicated an hour and now I have no more fear.
And finally, working on blog/wiki stuffs as I update. And getting info for our cat.
I don't know if I could have done more today. In between all of that I cooked, did laundry, and even hit the gym. I feel great!
I dunno, I guess I was on such a high from interviewing and feeling like I found someplace I *want* to work, I just kept moving. Sometimes I just like getting things done. It feels clean. And, um, feels like I am in control. In this case I feel like I conquered tasks that actually needed to be cared for, though. Not my "create shit to do just to be in control of it" behavior of that past. Hmmm, I like this.
Tomorrow is my last full day in Portland and then I'll be in texas. Yeehaw!
What to pack?
Really, this is just a boring account of what I did, but I feel like accounting it, so there!
Started bright and early with coffee and an interview at 9am. I must say, I kicked some ass at the interview today. Once again I felt great and on top of my game. I hit it off right away with the first woman who interviewed me and it only got better with the others from there. I was led to believe this is almost a done deal and that I will be getting an offer, but nothing is a done deal until it's done, so I am going to be hopefully but not set my heart on it.
Matt tried to help me prep this morning but I was all nerves. I'm glad I have the ability to get my cool before I need it, though. Knowing nerves just hurt in the moment, I can focus my way out of them. But I was all jitters before I left since I really wanted a shot at this one! His big hug before I headed out the door helped a lot too, though.
So yeah, I interviewed with the HR lady who'd be my direct boss, the fiscal person who I would report to sometimes, and one of the owners. The office is located in a great location downtown and I could take the train almost directly to the door! Keep your fingers crossed!
Then I hit downtown to return a sweater and found some COMFY PJ's. I love new pajamas!
THEN I dealt with the never-ending Blue Cross issues piling up. They appear to be DEALT with and DONE, but we'll see. Can insurance companies be bigger bitches? I think not.
Onto making appointments. One tomorrow with the hormone doc. Then gluten beginning this weekend, then a consult, then the big day. I have such an odd array of emotion surrounding this. It's funny because it's "ok" if I harm myself by choice, but to be told to do so pisses me off. I nibble off bread because I want it is fine, but being given the green light for 4 weeks brings me to tears. Part of it is knowing for 4 weeks I am going to be ill. I'll ache and itch and look like a dark-circle eyed blowfish. And then I am actually nervous to be tested! What if it's something? What if it's not? There's no winning answer to either of those. The win will be when I feel good again, normal again, and I need to keep my sights set there. It's 8 weeks out until I am recovering, and probably 12 until I am better. Much better. In time for spring!
Then I went apartment hunting because what better way to continue the day? I was on a roll and waddia know, Matt and I put in applications for a nice 2bdrm this evening. Move in date Feb 15th. It's really nice to have that done.
Continuing on with the productivity, I projected our finances out through Sept when our new lease will be up. Boy does that feel good. I started to get all anxious with car trouble and a move on our plate but then decided to look at the big picture. It's part of my trying to maintain perspective, and it works! So I dedicated an hour and now I have no more fear.
And finally, working on blog/wiki stuffs as I update. And getting info for our cat.
I don't know if I could have done more today. In between all of that I cooked, did laundry, and even hit the gym. I feel great!
I dunno, I guess I was on such a high from interviewing and feeling like I found someplace I *want* to work, I just kept moving. Sometimes I just like getting things done. It feels clean. And, um, feels like I am in control. In this case I feel like I conquered tasks that actually needed to be cared for, though. Not my "create shit to do just to be in control of it" behavior of that past. Hmmm, I like this.
Tomorrow is my last full day in Portland and then I'll be in texas. Yeehaw!
What to pack?