Amy, that's awesome! I'm so thrilled for you guys!

AMY!!!! That's so excellent. What a Wednesday!

So far today I've gotten a rush education in jQuery and JSON and Freemarker templates, grabbed a book on responsive design and one called Mobile First, signed up for a new HTML/CSS online course, requested the keys to our corporate course credentials, and realised I need to learn to use Microsoft SQL Server Management Studio.

I think now's as good a time as any to go home and pour that earwax dissolver in and think in pictures instead of commands.

Powerful job~ma to Consuela. And Congrats to Stephen, Sara, other friend, Sheryl, and anyone else who had a great day.

Today was another 11 hour day, but I was better about taking breaks and it was less stress. No punching or kicking today. I might even redo my manicure - it is a mess right now. Or I might go to bed at 8pm.

Thanks, everyone! We may also have a lease to sign on Monday -- Stephen looked at it today and it looks good to him, so.

Exciting stuff. For you, too, Sheryl! That's quite the phone call to get.

Congrats Amy and Sheryl.

'Suela, good luck. I hope this is only momentary anxiety and the job is yours.

Indeed -- Much luck to Suela!!

Thanks, folks. I sent an email back emphasizing that my primary desire was to find a position in a team environment that values good work.

I'm also going to get drinks with another friend next week, maybe she will have some advice.

There's a really interesting job that opened up, but it's in San Jose and it's rather too senior for me. I would consider applying anyway, except that it's one of the applications that requires a bunch of essays. I don't have the energy for that, not for San Jose.

My saga so far could be epic. I've been typing posts and hitting Read New instead of posting because I just feel like I'm dumping all my shit on you, and there's just a lot of it. My parent's are involved now, so that's a relief of resources and a front for venting. My mum was joking that she'd look after my kitties if I got sent to the slammer. I assume it was an attempt at levity, but at that point, I was all "too soon!" and then that particular hiccup ended up not being a big deal (I was totally hyperventilating when I called her) (and then later I was giving my dad the gallows hug when again it turned out not to be a biggie. But my way of life still hangs in the balance until the 21st, and I want to not get an ulcer over it, but things may not go my way --NJ, you have your priorites fucking WRONG-- and I want to be emotionally prepared for that, too).

Okay, I'll email my attorney tomorrow, since I have recieved emails that make it appear like they have shit together, but they haven't explicitly stated so, and waiting for signed documents in the mail leaves me just a week to scramble together someone else. /tl:dr.

YAY for happy job news!

Man, Rose just threw another screaming fit at bedtime tonight: shrieking, howling, red-faced, wild-eyed, fighting me when I tried to put her PJs on, wouldn't even let me read her our usual bedtime book. Same thing last night, and at least one other night recently. She also apparently had a long crying spell at daycare both yesterday and today after she saw another baby getting fed with a bottle (we have recently cut out bottles in favor of sippy cups, with mixed results).

I think it's partly from being tired at the end of a long day and partly that she's about to sprout some more teeth, and partly having a hard time with the transition to the sippy cups. It just makes me feel so terrible to hear her screaming and screaming, and to have to practically wrestle with her to get her diaper and pajamas on. And then once she was all suited up for bedtime, she didn't even want to read or rock, both of which she usually enjoys (and I do too); she just wanted to be put in her crib, so I didn't get to help calm her down. I kind of feel like she just slammed the door on me and told me to "get out, Get Out, GET OUT!"

xpost: Juliebird, man, I'm sorry this has been such a long and stressful saga. I hope everything goes really smoothly on the 21st!

Aw, poor Rose, and poor you, Kate.