As lifelong procrastinator, I'm happy to say that procrastination does indeed pay. I didn't get around to booking my airfare for Escapade over the weekend, so I did it this morning and the price had come down $50!
Oh, by the way, I've decided to tempt fate, show optimism, and go to Escapade. (In other words. hooray! for being fiscally imprudent, immature, and irresponsible!)
Other than that this morning, I'm drinking coffee, contemplating a shower, reminding myself to call in and pick up my prescription refill and wondering what clothes to pack.
No, not for Escapade. I'm heading out this afternoon to do two more days' of temp work for the R.C.'s bi-annual festival, remember? I'll be off-line and out of touch until Thursday. This is my last scheduled income-producing activity for a while. After this, I'll have to go back to badgering Buehler to bring me in at least one day a week to mess around in the office.
Anyhow, I'm going to try to get away with taking just a very small bag. In fact, my rolling computer bag. It will be a Test of my packing ability to see if I can get two days' worth of clothes and cosmetics into one little bag. (I'm a chronic overpacker.)
A couple of weekends ago, the R.C. and I attended a Cruising Seminar (free from AAA) and one of the sessions we attended was All About Packing. And, of course, the capable, well-organized woman running it can pack fourteen days' worth of mix-and-match clothes in one 14" suitcase. Me, I generally need a 14' suitcase for 48 hours, but we'll see. I'm not a mix-and-match kind of gal, myself. To be mix-and-match, you need to be a Layers Person and no one who remembers my current IC predicament could rationally expect me to put on layers of clothing.
OTOH, the fact that I'm scheduled to work 22 hours means I don't have to worry about how to fill my leisure time, so I don't have to include my usual 8 books. Which is a relief since most of I've been reading recently is MYSA-AS and I'd have to take 20 of them. (I still can't figure out how I got hooked on "reading" a kind of book that has so few words in it. I take a book to the hairdresser's with me. I carry a book if I have to go to the driver's license bureau. I read all the time. Why, at my advanced age, am I now "reading" picture books?)
And, speaking of MYSA-AS, I was flipping around the television last night and I found this thing called "on demand." Further investigation revealed the existence of MYSA-AS episodes, which is entirely cool. (How long has that been going on?)
I caught two episodes of DNAngel (the anime seems to be a lot gayer than the books). I was surprised by how different the storyline was from anything I read in the books. Now I'm dying to see the rest of the anime.
They also offered a couple of episodes of DoD but I didn't like them. Instead of subtitles, they had English-speaking voice actors dubbing the lines and it was icky. Tsuzuki didn't sound at all like himself. (Clutches her 13 Yami no Matsuei files to her chest protectively.) (You know the weird thing? Since I started watching YnM, I don't really re-read the books as much. That's not like me. Usually, even if they make a movie of a book I like, I prefer reading the book to watching the movie.)
(How sad. Not only reduced to reading picture books, but reverting to my early childhood and staring in rapt fascination at cartoons!)
And, because I also got my long-awaited Reader's Journal for Christmas this year, I'm reading a couple of more serious books, so I can record them in it. I also mention this to reassure you that I haven't gone completely gaga. I have a Le Carré book I haven't read yet (Absolute Friends) and a political-type book (Start Making Sense) that I've been meaning to finish. Actually, I have about 20 political-type books sitting, waiting to be read but some of them are kind of heavy slogging, so I'm waiting to be in the mood.
My ability to just type and type and type regardless of whether or not I actually have anything to say is a little embarrassing.
Drat! Just got an e-mal from Buehler wanting me to come in at 8:00 am tomorrow. I knew he'd forget. And I think he has out-of-town guests in the office tomorrow so it's probably not work I can do later in the week. Maybe I can go in and do whatever it is this afternoon? I'd better get my shower and get to packing, just in case.
P.S. Called him. We can do most of it this afternoon. There goes my leisurely day of wandering around, packing, and getting a few chores done....
Posted by AnneZook at 10:43 AM | Comments (2)So-h0-ho...the R.C. is off to her festival. I'm not scheduled to appear until Monday evening, so I'm on my own for four days. (Well, three. On Sunday I'm meeting people for lunch.)
The trouble with being all alone in the world is that eventually even I get tired of the sound of my own voice. I've been listening to myself ramble on and on for a day and a half now, and I'm bored with me. (Okay, I'm 'talking' in writing, but it amounts to the same thing.)
I did try surfing the world o'LJ yesterday, thinking that making comments in other people's journals might amuse me, but since I'm so out of touch with fandom, I found that I didn't really know anything about what most people were discussing.
Of course, it's possible that I was just commenting for the fun of seeing my icon show up, but whatever. (torch is just the best.)
Actually, yesterday turned out to be a weird day. I sat down to do a bit of blogging and the next thing I knew it was 4:00 in the afternoon. I'm thinking I was a lot more tired than I realized.
I even went over to the Escapade website and voted on panels and suggested a few new ones. Contrary to the Escapade Spirit, I indicated that I would not attend those panels where I thought the premise was boring or the subject matter distasteful. One thing my time in the world of political blogging has reminded me of is that, "stupid ain't curable."
I've given myself a deadline. I have five more hours to decide about Escapade itself. Then I'll shut up about it.
Today I have many options in front of me. Laundry (three loads), shower, grocery store, bank, prescription refill, clean house, and carry out trash. So far, I've done none of them. I've been blogging again, instead. It was easier.
(Consider this. Me being me...that is, me being as lazy as we know I am, should we think that maybe I like to blog so much because it's something I can do sitting in a chair, drinking coffee?)
Some day I'll earn the proper use of an ellipse.
I considered Meme-ing. The one I was seeing yesterday was the, "You know you're reading one of my stories when _____" thing about the stuff you always do when you're writing. In the end, the only two things I could come up with were, "it's posted while still in need of beta-reading" and "the characters never shut up" and I posted the second one in torch's journal already, so that went nowhere.
I've read all my new books. I've re-read the MYSA-AS books that I bought and liked (while cursing myself for the money wasted on ones that turned out to be crappy and that I didn't look over carefully enough first).
I've drank a lot of coffee. I've considered (and rejected) the idea of trying some daytime TV. I've looked over the movies we own (all 500 or whatever of them) and decided none of them interest me at the moment.
We have an electric piano and sheet music. I could learn to play something. I have a ton of drawing supplies. I could draw something. I have several stories started. I could write something.
Instead, I'm eating corn chips and staring at my toes.
Some days, I'm a complete waste of natural resources.
I have the day off. Tomorrow, too. Now I can rest up from all of that manual labor I did yesterday.
For the last 20 years, "work" for me has been about sitting in a chair. Talking on the phone, playing with a computer, that kind of thing. Not about large muscle movement. Oddly enough, I'm not sore today. I really thought I would be.
I know some folks are still at the R.C.'s office, prepping for the big festival. I suppose I could be there today, but I decided not to go in. I'm not sore, but I'm tired. Partly I'm physically tired and partly I'm tired of working with geezers who move too slowly.
This is the first time I've been offered paid work in the past three months that I've elected not to take it. I feel a touch guilty, even though another 6-7 hours at that rate of pay wouldn't have been a lot of money. I should be grabbing any money I can get, right? It's the Mature And Responsible thing to do.
I'm pretending that since I'm scheduled to work 22 hours in two days next week, I should be careful not to hurt myself this week. I don't really think I'd hurt myself if I worked today. It's just an excuse.
Don't anyone get me wrong, though, okay? I've been working 60-70 hours a month for the last couple of months and while that's not much work, it's allowing me to keep my bills paid. I am very, very grateful to the R.C.'s company for needing some help right when I needed some income. And for bringing me back in, day after day after day, finding more work for me to do. Ignore my muttering about geezers, these are a really nice bunch of people.
(Yes, my opinion of them was colored by the gift of a Starbucks card as a 'thank you' in addition to the money they paid me. I can be bought with lattes. This should surprise no one who knows me.)
So, I hear you mumbling, what about that job situation, anyhow? Well, with apologies to those of you who have already been bored with this via e-mail, here's the latest.
Last week, Alvin stopped by the office when I was working one day and I mentioned to him that I wasn't really working for Buehler any more, that I'd been laid off. He seemed surprised, which surprised me. I was sure Buehler would have mentioned it at some point in the last couple of months. (On the other hand, Alvin and Buehler had a Business Divorce and are now completely separate companies, so maybe not?)
Anyhow. I got an e-mail from Alvin earlier this week and he wants to meet for lunch next Friday to "discuss possibilities." I liked Alvin, aside from the whole blow-up with Tuffy the Tank and Coco, and I need a job, so I said okey-dokey. (I mean, no, I hadn't intended to go work for him. I never did figure out the rights and wrongs of the blow-up, but as usual I was vaguely aware that there were wheels within wheels and that in some way I didn't understand, I was a pawn in a game where I didn't know the stakes or the rules. But after three months of unemployment, I'm less choosy about these things.)
I mentioned the fact to Buehler in an e-mail earlier today and he instantly fired back that he was heading out to catch a plane to NY but that he should hear back about one of the projects he pitched in a week or so and he thinks "it's a go" which means he'll want me back soon after that.
I think he's worried about Alvin hiring me again. I know they worked out some kind of deal when I was turned into a pass-around piece, so that Alvin could have me back when he needed me, but then later they renegotiated and Alvin lost his rights to me or something. It was all a little weird to me and I avoided knowing the specifics.
I'm a little weirded out again now, to tell the truth. I like both of them and I have no intention of putting myself, or being put, into an awkward position having to choose. (Should a choice become necessary, the fact that Buehler has voluntarily continue to pay my health insurance for the last three months will be a major consideration.)
Anyhow. I could be re-employed very soon. But it's not definite yet.
That being said, the question is...should I tempt fate by going ahead and booking my hotel room and airfare for Escapade, working on the theory that I'll be getting a job soon and will be able to handle the credit card bill, not to mention be able to spare the cash I'll need for the trip?
Or should I be mature and responsible, admit that I haven't been active in fandom for years anyhow, and just cancel?
I have to decide by tomorrow. The hotel's special room rate expires next Tuesday and I already missed the 30-day advance for plane tickets. (I can still get a $322 fair to Ventura Beach, only $40 more than I paid last year, but I dunno how long it will be available.)
After this week, it's all going to be a lot more expensive.
The R.C. says, yes, it's immature and irresponsible to spend money on a vacation when I've been unemployed for three months and don't know for how much longer I'll be out of work. Her opinion matters because she's the one who'll have to cover my bills if I run out of money.
But. She also says I'm an adult and I can decide to be immature and irresponsible if I want to and that everyone in the world is swimming in credit card debt, so why should I be any different? (She might not have said that if she'd known I already have $3k+ on my credit card, but that's a different issue.)
Anyhow. I keep opening Orbitz and then closing it again. I've been trying so hard to be Mature and Responsible over the last year. I'm really doing much better at pretending to be a grown-up. This would be major backsliding.
And yet. Escapade!
What should I do? Friends I've already bothered via e-mail have advised me to do what they know I want to do, go to Escapade.
I have the feeling that real maturity is staring me in the face. The ability to tell yourself "no" when you really want to do something, that's probably Real Maturity.
Being a grown-up is overrated, don't you think?
I'm tired of my old diet. Forget that it works, that I took off over 20 lbs and have been successful in keeping it off for over two years.
It's boring.
Doc: Lose Weight By Limiting Flavors
Forget counting carbs and calories. Obesity researcher Dr. David Katz says the way to lose weight is to limit flavors.Katz, director of Yale University's Prevention Research Center, says people stop eating when the brain's appetite center registers "full." But eating lots of flavors promotes overeating because different sensors must register full for appetite to subside, Katz says.
[....]
Instead, Katz advocates flavor-themed meals — an apple day, for example, or a sesame day, even an occasional chocolate day.The idea is perhaps less boring than it sounds. For example, pineapple day features pineapple juice and cereal for breakfast; pineapple-walnut chicken salad and crackers for lunch; pineapple shrimp, bulgur, sauteed peas and tossed salad for dinner; and caramelized pineapple rings for dessert.
I don't think I need the book. When it comes time for Apple Day or Mushroom Day or Broccoli Day, I think I can recognize these substances without assistance.
I have to admit though...I'm pretty excited about Pineapple Day. Just reading that menu has me salivating.
Actually, it doesn't look that different from my current diet, except for eating the same flavors on the same day.
Whether Katz's diet works because it limits flavors, or because it promotes healthy eating and exercise, is unclear, Raynor said. "If you're eating healthy and exercising, you're going to lose weight," she said.
For most of us, that's very true.
And, if that's the case, why shouldn't I have Food Theme Days if it amuses me? I can wile away the hours of unemployment planning Theme Days.
Although I worked over 60 hours in December and so far this month I've worked close to 40 hours, so my "unemployment" isn't really the endless stretch of leisure days you might be imagining.
(And, on that front, Coco's mother is now seriously ill, so no movement on that front for a month or two. Buehler has had good feedback from the Potential New Client, but he also mentioned casually today that he's not really expecting any movement until April.
Because of these things, I'm now thinking I'll have to cancel Escapade.)
(Although...I'm still flirting with the idea of just sticking it on my credit card and worrying about it in March, you know? I love Escapade and the panel list that's up for voting for this year is very tempting.)
Posted by AnneZook at 08:35 PM | Comments (1)Oh, I got spurrrs, that jingle-jangle-jingle
As I GOOOO riding merrily along.
And they SAAAAY, oh, ain't you glad you're single?
And that song ain't so very far from wrong.
Oh, LillyBELLE! Oh Lillybelle!
Oh, I may have done some foolin'
But that's why I never fell.
Oh, I got spurrrs, that jingle-jangle-jingle
As I GOOOO riding merrily along.
And they SAAAAY, oh, ain't you glad you're single?
And that song ain't so very far from wrong.
The radio station I listen to most offers a weird and interesting variety of golden oldies. Really oldies, not 70s or 80s trash.
This particular song has a fun little bouncy tune but the parking lot of my bank this afternoon was probably not the ideal time for me to decide that I felt like singing along at the top of my lungs.*
Although, in the end, the three police cars full of uniformed officers probably decided I was just randomly insane, not dangerously so. (They might have felt differently if they could hear me, but I had the windows rolled up.)
Still. If this man thinks his spurs are more fun than a woman...well, that's really all we need to know about him, isn't it?
(Yes, it's Gay Cowboy Theme Day!)
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* That's pretty much the only time I can sing. Either alone in my car, windows rolled up, or alone at home. The general public has requested that I refrain from attempting to carry a tune in front of potential victims.
I love to sing. I just suck at it. Really, really badly.
Posted by AnneZook at 03:53 PM | Comments (0)I'm pondering many things this morning as I rev myself up to start my day. (Yes, I know it's sort of late in the morning to be getting "started" but us Ladies of Leisure feel little pressure to start the day at 60mph.)
First off, as mentioned previously, I'm giving myself a 2-week break from the job-hunting process. During this two weeks, I'm waiting for Buehler or Coco to step forth with the half-promised job offers. Should that not occur, I'll probably talk to Bernie and take a position with him, if any of his company's contracts have come through.
During this time, I had many plans for accomplishing many things, most of which I've decided to forget about. The apartment is cleaner as a result of my enforced vacation over the last couple of months. Not as shiny-sparkly clean as I'd envisioned (I consistently over-estimate my interest in domesticity) but cleaner. My urge to excel in that arena has waned
Today is a lovely, sunny day. You could even call it balmy. The air is warm without even a hint of winter chill. The sky is clear and blue and the sun is doing its best to convince us all that it's May, not January. Thus, today's to-do list includes taking the Christmas ornaments back to storage, swinging by the bank to make a deposit, and gassing up my car. It's the kind of day when it would be criminal not to be outdoors.
Thus, the laundry and vacuuming the living room floor (today's Indoor Chores) will have to wait.
Second, I've made a decision about the job-hunting process itself. When I do go back to sending out resumes, I'm not answering ads from financial institutions, including credit card companies. I think many of their business practices are predatory and evil and I refuse to become part of that problem. This is a touch worrying since the majority of the job offerings monster.com selects for me are actually from financial institutions, but I'll have to expand my field of inquiry.
It's like...a couple of years ago, I knew (and blogged) that anyone wanting to get rich quick should invest in defense stocks. Today those stocks are have doubled or tripled from their value then. But I didn't actually buy any of those stocks myself because I decided it would be immoral. Having standards can be expensive, but you do sleep better nights. (For the record, my investment portfolio, such as it is and sans evil stocks, has gained a whopping 4% or something in that same time period. Consequently, I will be living on mac-and-cheese and in a gutter when I retire. I'll have to skulk into the public library to check my e-mail.)
(I'm going to get some of those gloves with the fingers cut out, to keep my aged and palsied hands warm.) (And a hat. One of those knitted ones with a bobble on top that's supposed to look cheerful and never manages to be anything other than scary and pathetic.) (Grocery stores have those two-level carts these days. Smaller and easier to push than the old kind of grocery cart. I'm going to steal one of those.) (Or maybe one from a drugstore. They have a smaller cart size, easier for the faint-from-hunger crowd to push around.) (And the smaller size encourages you to be more discriminating about what you hoard.) (Fortunately, my recent stint of unemployment is already teaching me how many things I can live without, although I can't yet add "food" to that list.)
I'm not depressed. I realize that last paragraph sounds depressed, but really I'm not. I was just pondering the concept.
I can't be homeless anyhow. I have at least 100 pounds of books that life wouldn't be worth living without and I'm sure not pushing a cartload of books around in my old age. I may wind up working until I'm 70, if I don't get my act together, but I don't have any real fears of being homeless.
I'm also pondering the Christmas card I got from Uncle Chip and Aunt Mimi. The return address label says, "Ms Mimi Lastname" where the return address usually says "Chip & Mimi Lastname." I'm wondering if they just ran out of & labels or if this signals trouble in paradise? Aunt Mimi is of the generation before we all became "Ms." And when a woman flaunted her marriage ring.
They've seemed like a stable couple for the last 40 years, ever since they met when Mimi was nursing Chip's first wife through a terminal battle with cancer and they had an affair that produced a child that Uncle Chip eventually adopted after he was free to marry Mimi, but you can never tell about people, can you?
I'm toasting my toes in the sunshine pouring into the living room. And I have the doors and windows open to air the place out, a rare opportunity in January. This is my excuse for not having gotten out of my chair so far this morning. I'm doing a chore...airing out the apartment.
Next week, my bitty computer has to go to the computer doctor to get its USB ports fixed. I'll miss it, but I sure won't miss trying to surf the 'net without a mouse.
I've been back on the diet for four days, although not as strenuously as I should have been, and so far I've lost 1/2 lb. If I'd behaved myself, I'd have lost twice that much. Shocking. Last night I went to the grocery store and stocked up on Allowable Diet Foods. This morning I got up, looked in the refrigerator, and decided I really wasn't that hungry.
That's pretty much all I had to say today.
For all you story/movies fans out there, I found an interesting review.
(No, I haven't seen/read either of them myself. Not in the mood to have my heart broken in that fashion at the moment.
From the LAWeelkly, Horsefeathers!.
Unless you’ve been tending a sheep pasture since September, you’ve doubtless heard about Ang Lee’s adaptation of E. Annie Proulx’s New Yorker short story that, according to Newsweek’s puff-adept Sean Smith, “caused a sensation... Its raw masculinity, spare dialogue and lonely imagery subverted the myth of the American cowboy and obliterated gay stereotypes.” You mean like Montgomery Clift in Red River or James Dean and Rock Hudson in Giant? How about Tosh Carillo in Andy Warhol’s Horse? Across the wide cinematic prairie, there’s nothing but gay stereotypes when it comes to cowboys, and Brokeback Mountain is no exception — what with Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal eyeing each other as they stand outside their boss’s office striking poses redolent of a Sunday “Beer Bust” at the Faultline in Silver Lake.But readers of The New York Times aren’t supposed to know about such things. That’s why the “newspaper of (exceedingly faulty) record” sent fashionista Guy Trebay to talk to “real life” closeted cowpokes, one of whom proudly declared, “I’m a man’s man. I’m not feminine at all.” Sure. Just like those personal ads: “Straight-acting, straight-appearing, no fats or fems.” The record will show that no “man’s men” were present at Stonewall, where out and proud drag queens — far tougher than Brokeback’s poseurs — took on the cops, and jump-started a movement that now seeks to write their politically incorrect effeminacy out of gay history. But why look back? To hear it from Frank Rich, Brokeback “brings something different to the pop culture marketplace at just the pivotal moment to catch a wave.”
The crest of that wave, however, is something not that new at all — “slash” fiction. This genre of homemade homoerotica, confected by and for women, began in the 1970s (and became the subject of many a post-feminist academic paper in the 1980s) by offering gay sexual fantasies involving Star Trek characters. Today “slash” incorporates everything from The X-Files (David Duchovny being seduced by male aliens) to imaginary same-sex-capades by members of the band Franz Ferdinand. Yes, “the sisters are doing it for themselves,” and never more so than in Japan with “Yaoi” — a female-created (and -consumed) publishing genre encompassing homoerotic novels, short stories and manga animation that emerged in the wake of that country’s recognition of gays as a sociopolitical entity 20 years ago. It’s why Merchant Ivory’s Maurice was a hit there, and why primary financing for Gus Van Sant’s My Own Private Idaho was Japanese.
That's just an excerpt. There's more. More about being gay in Hollywood, the fact that the gay cowboys in Brokeback are both played by straight actors, and a lot more.
Well worth reading.
Posted by AnneZook at 02:56 PM | Comments (2)Buehler, Bernie, the Tweenybopper, DiamondGirl, and Moe. Sassy and the Mad Doctor are present in spirit, but really only here in e-mail.
It's like I was never gone.
I arrived at 9:00 and by 9:20 I was wandering over to Starbucks for coffee.
Buehler had a parking pass for me, so I did not wind up parking in the residential neighborhood nearby and walking three blocks to the office.
I worked for about 20 minutes, chatted with Buehler off and on for an hour, read the morning headlines, checked my personal e-mail, said 'howdy' to everyone here, and ate lunch.
I've been here for five hours and I've worked about one hour. I made two phone calls, sent two e-mails, made 20 photocopies, and addressed five envelopes.
Okay, I'm exaggerating. I did a few more important things. For instance, after swearing me to secrecy, Buehler admitted that he'd forgotten to mail the holiday cards that Sassy had so carefully prepared to him. I stuffed the cards into the addressed and stamped envelopes and I'll be taking them to the post office in a few minutes.
I also appreciated the Christmas presents Buehler gave me. (Cool stuff. A little light-up Christmas tree that plugs into a USB port. A little music box. A cool calendar from Business As Usual. A weird thing that you put around your coffee mug that holds your pens and scissors and stuff on your desk. (If I used it, I wouldn't be able to drink from the mug, but it's a cute gadget anyhow.
In one of today's big successes, I bullied AOHell into finally closing the two unwanted AOL accounts that Buehler has been trying to get closed for a year or more.
To be honest, there were days when I was employed here full-time that I wasn't this productive (it's not the time spent, it's the tasks accomplished) but I'm still a tad bored.
I keep reminding myself...every hour worked is a little more money in my pocket. (It amazes me how I used to take the bi-weekly appearance of a substantial amount of money in my checking account for granted.)
At the moment, Buehler's off having lunch with his wife and, not incidentally, getting my check, which he accidentally left in the other car.
Me, I spurged and spent $4 on a sandwich for lunch.
It was interesting to walk over and see the same old panhandlers hanging out on the street corners, say hello to the same old staff at the sandwich shop, and nearly get run over in the streets by the same old drivers who feel that a crosswalk is intended to help them with their aim.
At the moment, I'm waiting for the appearance of two mailing addresses in my in-box, for two more envelopes I have the thrill of preparing. Then I'll be driving to the post office.
I'll bet you wish your life was as exciting as mine, don't you?
At least, I hope you're all having a happy. Me, I'm having a happy.
I had a great holiday with tons of fabulous loot.
My stint working as a temp for the R.C.'s company is over, but I scammed $400+ out of them for a little light typing, which is cool.
I talked to Buehler yesterday and he wants me to work Tuesday. And he has my check for the hours I worked in November and December, so I'll be solvent again after I hit the bank on Wednesday. (This is the check I thought I was going to get when last I blogged, December 19. What with one thing and another, Buehler and I haven't managed to cross paths since then. It was okay through December, I had the money I needed to cover my bills and Christmas and stuff, but it's going to come in handy now that January bills are going to start arriving.)
I finally managed to get Lynn's new story uploaded (here), a thing I've been meaning to get done for the last 10 weeks, so I'm feeling virtuous about that. (If you haven't read it, and you know the movie, you should go read it. It's sweet.)
I'm going to have three days off this coming week and I have high hopes of working on my own Due South story.
And part of my holiday loot including some new drawing supplies, so maybe I'll get some practicing done.
I've decided to stop sweating the job situation for two weeks. Both Coco and Buehler are both still interested in hiring me at some point in January, so I'm going to give the two of them a couple of weeks to see if anything comes through. If not, I'll be back on the hunt, but I have hopes.
Right now, the R.C. is abusing me because I ran the dishwasher. Sometimes you can't win around here, but whatever. I'm in a really good mood and I refuse to be aggravated by someone who's aggravated because I was too considerate. (It's not my fault she wanted to cook for a while and put her dishes in the dishwasher before we ran it. )
Also she might be a little put out because I was cooking. (I honestly didn't think roasting a single head of garlic would create such an...aroma around the entire apartment, okay?)
And now, I have to go call my mother, something I forgot to do yesterday and this morning. Need to wish her a Happy New Year and see how she's liking her new home