Buster brought in 4 RATS yesterday, laying them all out in a row downstairs. He’s killing them all so Jeff doesn’t have to deal with rats which have died in locales where they are like to rot or little bits’o rat everywhere, just secure tail and trash.
THE HEATER IS NOT BROKE. It merely has an absurdly sensitive orientation sensor and Buster probably knocked it off its flatness while jumping down from my desk. Everything a-ok there.
Took a walk down to get cream yesterday morning. It was a crisp crisp morning so I wore the mitts my mOm knitted for Katie that I somehow ended up with and the cute animé hat Keith got me a couple of years back.
Later I went to the interview. It’s always interesting seeing myself and all my imperfections as a potential employee reflected through someone else. The poor little gal who interviewed me. I hope my pity for her didn’t show. She’s probably just barely making a living at what she’s doing, but she was wearing a thousand dollars’ worth of clothing and a freaking expensive watch and had the coldest, limpest handshake I’ve shared in probably years. I thought that when she shook my hand it was probably the first time her hand had felt warm since the last interview. Stupidly big office, in one of the industrial/office complexes on Still Creek. The entire courtyard had so much bird shit in it I felt ill walking through it and you all know me as being somebody who can deal with disgusting with fewer collywobbles than most socialized women. Drove away thinking what an incredible waste of time it was, but I’m still going to send her my references.
Then got beer and various foodicles, why not, it was on my way home.
Then we caught up on the Librarians and Robot Chicken, etc.
I have no idea what will happen to my writing energy if I get a job. We’ll see. I know I can work and write, but it needs a ‘specially calm kind of job to allow me to think about stuff and write.
Jeff is awesome. He has been helping me with technology (backups), when he’s not trying to pull info out of third parties and disposing of rats.
Word count over 7000 as of today.
Tomorrow the bday party for Katie. I already got her her present, and I’m not talking about it in a public forum, but most of my friends already know and so my expression of precarious and secretive amusement is thus explained.