Consuela, so sorry for your loss/
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Timelies all!
Gary and I took Mr. S to the Boca Raton Childrens Museum today.(We borrowed my FIL's car, and they stayed home.) Mr.S ran around the museum for a while, then came back here.
Stupid anxiety is stupid.
So I still don't have an offer letter for the new job. My contact at the recruiting company said she was going to try and get it to me yesterday, but some of the people involved were off early for the holiday weekend. So I should get it on Tuesday.
In the meantime, Erin checked out the apartment, I filled out an application and made arrangements for Mayflower to move my stuff. Packing now.
Moving and new jobs both = anxiety even in the most ideal circumstances. I'm sorry! Both the upside and downside of it happening so quickly.
I'm so sorry, Suela.
I am a proponent for moving into places sight unseen but vetted by Buffistas! Thanks to Kate!
Yeah, that's awesome, but incredibly stressful!
Changing jobs and moving are muy stressful under the best circumstances. Anxiety jumping into the mix just makes sense, really. Your being super rational and making good decisions, tommyrot.
It's funny that my autocorrect recognizes murderbiscuit but not tommyrot.
I'm so sorry about your mom's friend, askye. That's gotta be hard on all of you.
these people need to get you an offer letter in writing chop chop, especially if they're demanding you work for them in 2 weeks. Ugh, I have anxiety on your behalf.
So stressful, tommyrot. I would be as worried as you appear to be, because until you have a written offer, you cannot rely on it. Do NOT sign a new lease until you have the written offer.
In other news, the thermometer mounted on my back fence, which is NOT in full sun, claimed it was 114 here today. I am skeptical. But it was hella hot. Still hot in my house, with all the windows open and fans on.
We are basically having a rolling wake for my BIL. People start arriving every day around mid-afternoon, with food and booze, and then leave or stay, and other people stay, and when it gets cool enough we go out on the back deck and drink until bedtime. But we're out of room in the fridge, and there's only one bottle of rose left. (It's too hot for red, and most of the whites are chardonnay, which I don't like that much.)
We are getting better: I only saw my sister break into sobs twice today.