I thought that was a permanent state ... but I admit I might be wrong.

In happier news, and yet it flies.

Laura, hee! Dr. C. said later that most of her patients are on some form of blood thinner ("Not you, though, you big weirdo") and she was used to a bit more of a clean-up needed.

Toddson, we've only got the one store locally and it's in an industrial park mid-island, but I'll bet the local troop would do a rocking business.

How about some good news?

As I've related here, Matilda has had a really difficult year. On top of all the other losses from COVID (her grandfather, time with Emmett, ruptured friendships, school) she consistently had her hopes dashed as well: didn't get into SotA, wasn't assigned a high school until after the school year started, not a school that any of her friends were attending, her beloved summer camp cancelled the last two years she was eligible to go.

Matilda and several of her friends had applied for jobs with Rec and Parks this summer. These jobs are highly coveted by City teens, and very hard to get.

When she got the email notification that she wasn't properly qualified (with a list of reasons), JZ saw that she WAS in fact qualified on every count, and called them up. They reinstated her status as Eligible, and maybe because of that course correction, she got a Zoom job interview.

Zoom interview went pretty well (once she got over modest inability to enumerate her virtues), and we were waiting to hear back from them.

And we waited. And I started to wonder what the process was exactly.

Then Saturday night, after I put her to bed, I was watching some TV and winding down around midnight and she comes out of her room and says, "I opened up my computer to listen to ASMR and I think I got a summer job!"

So I look at the email and the first thing I notice is that it's an automatic reminder that she hasn't turned her forms in yet.

"Haven't you been checking your email?" I ask.

"I've been too stressed out about end of grading period at school."

Now if you thought that I handled this in a mature and calm manner after a year of sleepless nights trying to find One Good Thing for Matilda and I now have the panicky feeling that she's left a job offer without a response then you would be wrong.

I fucking lost my shit.

Much yelling (waking up JZ) and frantic searches through her email reveals that she had gotten the job offer 8 days before!!!

More yelling. Matilda is crying.

The idea that we finally have one good thing in Matilda's life where she didn't get rejected, after a year of depression, anxiety and defeats and we might have lost it because we're past a deadline was way beyond my capacity to deal with calmly.

I finally find the first email with the job offer, and - phew!!! - the Position Assignment meeting is not until May 1st.

Exhale.

Then another search reveals that all these automated forms we need to fill out are due by Monday the 19th. (This was on Saturday the 17th). So. We almost did miss the deadlines.

We pulled out all the insurance cards and phone contacts and completed everything with email confirmations congratulating us automatically and telling us what she needs for May 1st Position Assignment.

In short, we didn't fuck it up (barely) and now Matilda has a summer job as a camp counselor.

In short, we didn't fuck it up (barely) and now Matilda has a summer job as a camp counselor.

Well, good.

Do you think Matilda learned the lesson?

Do you think Matilda learned the lesson?

If you're asking if I traumatized her enough to check her email daily, then I would say yes.

Yay, Matilda!

I just watched the drone on Mars and I'm just...that's Mars and I'm looking at it just as if it was somebody's camera on their porch showing me a raccoon. Mars!

I am thinking about picking up lunch on the way back from getting Stabbination #1 tomorrow (because my appointment is a county over so it's an excuse to get exotic foodstuffs from the other side of a bridge) and one of the restaurants I was considering has sweet potato tots so it is a string contender.

I was thinking more general than that, along the lines of "showing up is half the battle." Related also to those kids who do their homework, but don't turn it in, so get no credit for the work. Related also to "bravery is doing it anyway, despite being afraid." Although, "be brave, check your email" doesn't have the same ring to it.

Easy to say, often not so easy to do. I've only summoned up the nerve to do some things (both personal and at work) in the past few weeks that I have been putting off for quite a while.

I always tell people - and remind myself - that the first time you do anything is the hardest.

So happy for Matilda and parents! Phew!

I just watched the drone on Mars and I'm just...that's Mars and I'm looking at it just as if it was somebody's camera on their porch showing me a raccoon. Mars!

I know! It is like the coolest RC vehicle ever. The response time in getting video back is just mind blowing.

I was thinking more general than that, along the lines of "showing up is half the battle."

I think the bigger issue for her is that she was just resigned to being rejected again. None of her other friends even got to the interview round.

She had given up on hoping for things for herself.