Flog, Slog, Blog

Well, howdy, y'all.  We're halfway through the month of October, and I still sit outside in shorts but have to come in when it gets too hot.  I don't mind it, but I am ready for some Fall, and I'm concerned that we're going to have one of those years where it goes directly from summer to "winter" - which translates into 40 degrees and rain.  We'll see.  Point being, I can occasionally get away with long sleeves, but my sandals are still fully in rotation, even though I gave up pedicures over a month ago.  But nobody is seeing my toes, so...

The job search continues.  I have heard back from one iron that was in the fire - that iron has been pulled and placed into a bucket of cold water.  So recently, in fact, that there's still steam coming from the bucket.  Fret not, this was one of the long shot gigs.  It's OK.  I still have three medium shots in play, plus a screening interview earlier today that I had to end early when I realized I am not a good candidate.  I was rereading for preparation, and it appears that I don't live in Illinois, which is where the position is based.  Honest mistake, and once the call started, I led with that.  The recruiter was nice about it - appreciated my transparency, and we ended the call.

It's fine - that this is the first such blunder of this nature during the past five months is honestly impressive.  I have a second interview tomorrow for an actual local and viable job.

I find that I am sort of in Hibernation Mode - or, I guess more appropriately, given the heat, Estivation?  Is there a biological term for animals that sleep through the fall to be active in winter, spring and summer?  I just checked.  Not really.



My point is, I'm sleeping a lot*.  Also, I'm not sleeping a lot, or sleeping poorly during the night.  So I am making up for it in naps.  I don't recommend this because once I do get a job, it's going to be a challenge.

This is not to say I nap every day - but some days, I nap for a few hours. Look, it's a work in progress.

I have made reservations for a birthday dinner for myself, husband and friend Jim.  We're going to kick it at Loveless, which is a carb lover's dream.  And why not?  Fifty-one.  That's not nothing.  That's more years than states in the US.  

I wish there were more to say.  My days have a sameness to them.  That's how it is right now.  It won't always be that way.  Statistically, it can't!

Anyway - that's the latest. Halloween is coming, then Thanksgiving and Christmas.  I need to store up my reserves for when it starts getting dark at 4PM.  

Hang in there - if I can find something interesting to share, I will.


ae

*It's depression.  I'm well aware that it is depression.  I am taking my meds, trying to get sunlight and fresh air, move my body, and eat right.  I am working on it.  Trust me. 

Comments

Christopher said…
I keep hoping for you. I'm sorry the job in Illinois fell through, but glad that you were honest about it. I've worked with people who occasionally made mistakes and admitted it and did what they could to fix the mistakes and do better next time. I've tried to be one of those people myself. They're a lot more enjoyable to work with than people who deny ever making mistakes.
I also hope you enjoy your dinner at Loveless. I started to say something about the steak and biscuits because those are something they used to be known for but they're not on the menu anymore. Or maybe I'm confused. There was a restaurant called Ireland's that also served steak and biscuits. Sometimes we went there just because but it was also a place we went to for birthday dinners when I was a kid because we didn't know any other restaurants. Now we've got options. Loveless is an excellent one.