DH still hasn't called, and I hesitate to call him, because he was such a dark cloud of misery when the jump start attempt failed, and I know he was frustrated that I was so clueless about the whole situation. (All I know about cars=put gas in them when the indicator goes to "E," and take them to Jiffy Lube every so often.)
I'm just so miserable right now, and wondering where I went wrong and what I did to deserve this, which is STUPID, because all of this is first world problems, but I want one good thing. Just one little good thing.
I'm watching this PBS thing on The Mammas and The Pappas. It's fun to count how many times Michelle Phillips mention's Cass' size.
Bitch.
On the "Cass Shuffle": They're talking about how everyone else moved from the waist up and Cass was always dancing. "She made us look bad, we'd maybe tap a toe and she'd be dancing away. For a very big girl she had a great sense of rhythm."
Well I got me some mad skillz...
I reminded him Cass was on TV quite a bit in those days, and in 1968 quite a lot.
But I was only an egg and a glimmer...
This really isn't about me, is it?
This really isn't about me, is it?
Everything
is about you, sweetie.
Everything should be about our Cassiepants. Speaking of which, insent, Cass.
t preens
All about meeeeeeeeeee...
t reads Trudy's tag
t dies
t tacklehugs Trudy and Cass and sj
Susan, I know you feel awfully down in the dumps, and I can see why (because car troubles with no money SUCK), but you have your health and a beautiful healthy daughter and a loving husband and a home and lots of skills you can use to get an interesting job which will serve you as you finish your novel--and that's the last most important thing you have--your ambition and writing talent. On the big scales, your life has way more pros than cons--even right now during a particularly tough time.
I know you're right, Robin. I just wish I knew what to do WRT finding a job. Based on all my previous experience, I know the single most critical thing is that I avoid any position where I'll be micromanaged. I'm
only
happy at work if I'm minimally supervised--just give me a project or program and turn me loose. Don't tell me how to do everything or ask for updates every day or generally breathe down my neck. But I don't know how to tease that info out of job listings or interviews. I can't exactly tell a hiring manager, "If you want good work out of me, just leave me the fuck alone and let me get on with it. I'm smart enough to figure most things out on my own, and if I get stuck, I'm not too proud to ask for help."
What I'd really love to do is work from home, but I don't know where to find legit work-from-home opportunities.
Oh, and DH still hasn't called. It's been two hours.
Cass, Trudy's tag has been cracking me up all week.
