I'm glad you are okay, Sparky.

Oy vay! Sparky, glad to hear you're doing fine. Much job~ma to Astarte and Susan.

Am I missing anyone right now?

Oy, Sparky! I'm so glad everyone is ok.

Job~ma to Astarte and Susan! You two go get 'em!

I am home for the day. I had bio lab, a job interview and therapy. By the time I got to therapy, I was so freaking tired, I could hardly talk. And you all know how unusual that is for me! I had my therpist in stitches, 'cause I ended up half of my sentences with either "blah, blah, blah" or "yada, yada, yada."

And now I have homework. For everything. Including therapy. Must e-mail to therapist before I go to bed tonight so we can review it tomorrow. Life=hard work.

Life=hard work.

I just adjusted my office chair. Significantly. I suspect it was adjusted for a hunchbacked little person before me...

And yes, I am the person who has been in four weeks of massive back pain, three of them on Flexeril with a Vicodin chaser.

You all may commence the thwapping me about the head now because while the chair didn't cause the problem, it weren't much helping it either.

OK. Interview got off to an awkward start, since for some reason she called my cell rather than my regular line (both are on my resume), which involved scrambling through the house to get it and a sort of staticky, confusing opening to the conversation. Lesson learned: next time someone sets up a phone interview by email, specify the land line, because our house has oddly spotty cell reception.

Annabel made mild fussy noises at one point, but if the interviewer heard, she didn't comment. I don't think the interview went that well, but I'm not sure I mind, because I have mixed feelings about the position now that I know more of what it entails. The important thing is that I'm starting to get interviews, and one of these days it'll work out. My interview skills aren't as good as my cover letter/resume mojo--I just don't talk as well as I write--but they're not bad, either. So in a few more interviews, I should hit the right combination of being well-qualified and getting good chemistry with the interviewer, and I'll be in.

Exactly what you said, Susan. Hone those interview skills on the jobs that don't matter as much to you and then you can knock the serious contenders dead. I'm not so good on interviews, either. My resume sucks 'em in and then I blow it by offering too much information in the interviews. I should know better, but I babble when I'm nervous.

Job-ma, Ro! Sorry I missed you the first go round. So, lots and lots of it!

Susan, sounds like you've got great perspective on this. And you're exactly right, in a few more interviews you will hit the right combo and whatnot. Just don't get too down in the meantime.

Yay, for a good interview, Susan!

I hate phone interviews. I get distracted by my own imagination. Instead of concentrating on what is being said, I imagine the person on the other end of the line making faces at what I say. And then I begin to make faces at what they say in retaliation. Before too long, I'm imagining my mother yelling at me to not make faces like that lest my face get stuck that way and I've got no clue what the question was.

Jobma for EVERYONE!

Mal sure is cute.

Crankyteethaboo is five months old today.

Dude. Five months. Duuuuuuuuuude.

Yep. I think the interview tomorrow would be a better match for me on pure lifestyle issues. They're similar in that they're part-time contract jobs planning a fundraising event, but today's was for a two-day bike ride in August that would cover a wide swathe of the region to the north of the city, so the "local travel" might get a little onerous. And the timetable would make it hard for me to go to RWA National in July, which is an option I'm trying to keep open. Tomorrow's is for planning a March gala fundraiser for a local organization. Unlike the first one, it's not strictly work-from-home, but it sounds like I could set up an arrangement where I could mostly work from home and maybe go into the office one day a week. And I know a lot more about throwing a big party than throwing a charity bike ride.