I think I'm in that mode where I won't really grasp that it's happened until things get set in motion. But I'm eager to start the process and can't wait to see what happens.
Poor Janie has gotten neglected because of all the ruckus, though I'm throwing out some plot to go back over and edit, so I swear I'll have updates by this weekend.
I've been tussling with the unemployment gods because they like to give people heart attacks by rescinding benefits and claiming you're all out of money, then the next day you get a mailer that says Congratulations! Your benefits have been extended! So, honestly? I still don't know for sure if I should be anticipating more money, and how long it will be. I get nothing but double-talk when I try to get a confirmation on where I stand.
The job search in Pennsylvania is frustrating as always. Employers don't call, don't write, and I'm pretty sure they don't even look at my resume. Called in for a follow-up after submitting one resume a week ago, and the girl who answered got all huffy and hung up on me simply because I asked if the position was filled. Being pleasant and professional is BAD!!
Equally frustrating is logging on to Greenville temp agency sites to see that their open position pages are brimming with work, and I can't pounce until I have a state issued I.D. and oh yeah, a home there.
But I decided that I'm just gonna operate under the assumption I'm moving, and packing a couple boxes of non-essentials that I need to keep and can ship ahead of a potential move. I looked up the prices of those little U-Haul trailers. They were quoting me $700 for the runt of the litter, and at that cost and with the hitch weight limits, I could bring a whopping 100 pounds. That would barely haul my book collection alone.
The aunt with Alzheimer's is on the way, with her two cats that I'm extremely allergic to. I swear, the first one that wanders into my space will get pegged with a paint ball gun. I mean that for all three of them. (Kidding. I think.)
I was supposed to get a haircut today. My niece called to yell at me for not showing up. Oops. I really thought it was tomorrow. Well, it's scheduled tomorrow NOW. So if you look at it through my own twisted logic, I was right all along. Sort of.
Migrant Garden: Dudes, I think the garden is officially toast. I had a couple peppers growing after I brought the plant back to life. I went out to pick the peppers (not pickled) and damned if something didn't pick them already! What animal can do this? I have trouble pulling a pepper off the stem and some little critter does it better than I do. They're covered in bite marks, so nothing salvagable. I have a vampire rabbit, I just know it. Bunnicula has come to haunt the wobbly remains of my garden.
Has everybody heard the lovely story of the stink bug attack? I was at my brother's Labor Day cookout and something flew down my shirt. In a panic, I started screeching and trying to get out what I thought was a BEE. We all know I have a history of bee-boob-attacks. I wasn't prepared for more tata pain. Well, I wooshed something out, and saw the tell-tale armor of a vile, despicable stink bug.
But even if I didn't see it, the stench hit within seconds. That's right. My boobs got stink-bug-bombed. I had to sit there all day with that disgusting odor wafting up from my cleavage because guess what? No matter how much Dawn dish detergent and hand sanitizer you dump on your boobs, the smell remains. My chest is still red from the sanitation/scent elimination assault. I HATE STINK BUGS!
But still, the important part is I'm getting pubbbbblished! I just received a copy of the signed contract and must conjur up an author bio for marketing. This will be interesting. What should I say about myself that doesn't involve stink-bugged-cleavage and adventures with Dawn dish soap?