I have e-mailed the lovely Strix, and I await my job which will pay in gold-plated ponies.
No, actually, that would be horrible. (Because I assume gold-plated ponies would be *dead* ponies, and that's not something I can handle.)
Good news about my Dad: his angiogram scheduled for 1:00 today kept getting delayed, but it eventually happened a couple of hours ago. There is no blockage in any of his major arteries, but there's some narrowing in a smaller artery that feeds into one of the major arteries. (This is how he described it; I'm not sure if that's physiologically accurate.)
That's not a spot that can be opened up with balloon angioplasty and/or a stent, but he can be treated with pneumatic compression boots (which are more commonly used for deep-vein thrombosis, which he does NOT have, but apparently also works in situations like Dad's).
He should be able to go home tomorrow, hooray!
Yay, Teppy's Dad's Heart!
I love how it's troublesome and painful, but then in the end, it's all, "Naw, I'm good, man."
It could just save Dad the hospital stay and assert its state of okay-ness from the start. Sheesh.
My dad had those boots for the same thing and he LOVED them, Teppy.
Good news about your dad. And I bet you'll find a good job, too...I know that place hasn't been what you wanted all the time, anyway, not that you wanted to change it up like this, of course.
Steph, don't be me. Don't give up.
On the other hand, when you have time between wedding plans and interviews, you could try temping to bring in some bucks.
Can someone give me the short version of our Gimlet rules?
Steph, my brain said exactly the same thing to me last week, with a side of "You'll be the first to go when the sequester starts to hit our cash flow." This in spite of the weekly headhunter calls that Strix's resume revamp has been sending me. So that voice--totally a lying liar that lies.
I'm glad your dad's current problems have a non-invasive solution!
We have gimlet rules? Wow. That reminds me, I need to make a batch of frozen vodka gimlets while it's still summery enough for me and friends to appreciate them.
Trudy, I have no idea. Sorry.
I realized yesterday that I spend an inordinate amount of emotional energy being worried about "getting in trouble," in a variety of contexts.
I don't even know what a gimlet rule is. Don't drink them while operating heavy machinery?
