A propos of nothing.... Nora, I'll get you that recipe when I remember to get the cookbook from BF's place this weekend.

Life is crazy hectic, and I feel like I haven't really been home in over a week, even though I sleep in my bed every night. Fortunately this week and next look less busy, so maybe I can actually get stuff done.

I'm loving the secretly mooning the asshats thing. Tres funny.

gronklies

{{Nora}}

I like it that Steph planned to moon her office asshats! t rumor starting

Echidnia names? Hmm. Sidney? Indy?

May the heavens rain steaming lumps of dung upon Teppy's cow-irker.

I want to hear Nick's band. Sounds like they're pretty damn cool. Bless Nick, with being 'The Sexy One' and having to stick his arse out.

In mememe news, my interview seemed to go well. The guy who was supposed to see me had left the country, because his father had just died/was dying - fair enough. Can't expect someone to remember all their appointments at a time like that.

I hung around patiently for 2 hours and his boss saw me for 5 minutes or so. His boss seemed fairly impressed (in a totally shallow, not-reading-my-portfolio kind of way) and asked his colleague to see me. The colleague, who does make recruitment decisions, was very positive. He said that he was "99% sure he could offer me a job" and asked me to meet his son and help them with the books they were ordering. He told me he'd call today at noon. He asked me to come along to the meeting he's having on Sunday with the 3 of my colleagues whom he has offered jobs.

He didn't phone yet.

It's half past five.

AAAAAAAAAARRRGH.

Did I mention that he kept my portfolio? Because he didn't have the chance to read it when I was there, and he wanted to check it out overnight, or something, which I hadn't at all expected, but I said okay. Nervously, I added that I was entrusting him with my actual certificates, which are in my portfolio, but I said okay.

And now he's not phoned me yet to confirm his all-but job offer. Argh.

What a bitch, Teppy.

Don't beat yourself up so much about having to ask for a little help. It's ok. It's what we're here for.

Well, I'm more concerned over whether my little mini-breakdown showed up on another forum, where I don't have the same long history as I do here. I posted something before going to the game along the lines of, "That last post was meant to be tongue-in-cheek, but I'm not sure how well it came across--humor is a tough thing to manage on the internet, and probably shouldn't even be attempted while on the first day of a diet with a cranky toddler in the room." No one responded, and I can't tell if that's because A) the main person involved in the discussion hasn't been back to the computer yet, B) no one thinks it was a big deal and can't imagine why I felt the need to explain like that, or C) they think I am crazy and are running as far away as possible.

And I'm trying to decide what it means that the last two times I let myself get hungrier than I ought, it completely wrecked my ability to respond properly to the ordinary stresses of life. Well, other than meaning I probably ought to keep a Luna bar in my purse, since the first time it happened because I was out running errands that took much longer than expected. Like, is it a precursor to diabetes, or am I kidding myself that it's all about food and I need to go back to the therapist, or what.

Susan, you absolutely have my sympathy. I have days when I just wish I'd never switched on bloody computer, because it seems clear to me that I'm saying x, and due to tiredness/hunger/whatever the hell it just comes out as y.

I can't imagine that people wouldn't give you a break, love. I didn't think you sounded like a madwoman here, and I'm sure you didn't there either.

Like, is it a precursor to diabetes

More likely it's a precursor to low blood sugar and the joys attendant therein. But I'm not a doctor nor do I play one on the internet. If you seriously think you're at danger for diabetes, a very quick blood test will tell you.

Like, is it a precursor to diabetes, or am I kidding myself that it's all about food and I need to go back to the therapist, or what.

Susan, speaking as someone who turns feral if her blood sugar takes even a slight dip below normal and has had extensive bloodwork done - you're probably not crazy or pre-diabetic. I keep fruit leather in my purse and granola bars in my bag to combat The Feral Kid. It's just how I'm wired.

Susan, I have no words of advice on the food/blood sugar front, but I hope you're able to figure it out.

Fay, all fingers and toes are crossed for you. I'm assuming if you get this job that you'd be able to stay in Foreign Parts?

Yes, it's out here, and it seems to be a really big & shiny school that will actually have resources. It's a new school, but it's part of a big chain and it's the UK sister-school to an existing & very reputable US school already here. If I get the job, I'll be in on the foundation of the school and should be able to help shape it. It sounds really cool. The money's not brilliant, but it's a trifle more than I'm on now and they pay more towards rent money than my present employers.

The prospect of signing on for another year with my Evil Boss is just horrifying - and yet I really do like living here, and would like to stay for another year or two. Insh'allah.

Fay, I hope he kept your portfolio because he was so impressed with it he wanted to show it off to many other people and has gotten all frazzled at the excitement of hiring you so that he forgot to call and will smack himself in the head soon and call you with the offer.

I created a mail merge two days ago, containing 600 2-page letters. Client said it's too many. He didn't expect so much signing! Please to cut to 300 letters. I cut to 300 letters. He wrote back this morning saying there were 600 pages, and did I not get the memo to cut to 300 letters? He was having another employee send me a revised list of clients to receive. Please to cut again. The revised list contained 159 clients. I cut again. He still has 300 pages. I explained, gently, that a 2-page letter to 300 clients will be about 600 pages long, and that's why it was so big the second time.

Aidan's vision therapist will be here in an hour. I'm actually on a work roll. I have to stop and clean up the dirty cookie faces and tidy up the living room. Damn it.