And is it Kat's bday, too?

Tomorrow. Which is timezoned to start soon in Australia, I guess, so it's not like you're off by much..

Nilly, the job search is slowly proceeding -- I'm sending out resumes, handing out networking business cards and keeping my spirits up as best I can. I've registered for Unemployment benefits now, though it could take three weeks to go through the bureaucracy, and my severance doesn't run out until halfway through August. So the money angle is sufficiently covered.

(I realized last week that I will have "made" more from severance than from regular pay this year, which is freaky. But also, I'm owed something for ten years worth of loyal service, dammit! So my conscience is salved at least a little.)

Honestly, it turns out that I'm well-equipped for a life o' leisure, with lots of toys and hobbies and things to learn, so it will be a shame to have to return to the working world. On the other hand, I like money....

Overheard on my way to work this morning:

Daughter: Eeew! Monkeys need diapers?!
Dad: Yes they do.

Happy Birthday, vw!

the money angle is sufficiently covered.

That's good to read (oh, and definitely don't feel bad about it! I mean, it's not like you're not looking, right? Even with the hobbies and the advantages of life-of-leisure, so why not?). Either way, good luck! And it's also good to read that you enjoy the forced time-off.

Haiku to finish Natter, but mostly to share the agony that I can't stop trying to solve for almost two months now, and failing:

Small size, falls from heels.
Finding shoes is oh, so hard.
Barefoot in wedding?

Happy birthday, vw! (mine is indeed tomorrow)

Thanks for the thoughts, y'all. I'd say I'm feeling cheerier today, but that would be a lie because I am gearing up to spending half a day at doc oc's office.

Poor Nilly!

I say go barefoot.

Ok, I know we really really want to buy a house, but damn I want to rent this: [link]

I am gearing up to spending half a day at doc oc's office.

Oh, good luck with that.

I say go barefoot.

Well, my sister probably wouldn't mind that much, but I would like my mom to continue talking to me, so I'm afraid that's not an option.

Plus, well, it's supposed to be really really hot that day (as opposed to the mere "really hot" that is today), so being barefoot on the pavements and such on the way is highly unrecommended (the hoopah is at the synagogue my father goes to daily, which is right near my parents' place, so I foresee runnings back-and-forth between home and synagogue will probably be quite frequent).

[Edit: 9*9=81. Now if only I could wear a "9" as a shoe on each of my feet.]

From my local paper, last week the cops pulled down a woman who was sleeping on a ledge wearing a bridal dress.

It turns out the woman had been dumped by her fiance because she wouldn't take her bipolar meds. Very sad.