It's a No

And Lordy, I wish they'd just sent a rejection letter so I could tear it up and feel better.

I'll be O.K.; I'm just disappointed right now.  But as I told my sister, at least this year I actually got called for interviews--two rounds, even.  It was just so sweet imagining in the near future I'd be able to pay my bills and have a little something left over.  Oh, and really find a job that suited me.



It's Poker Night

No, there's not a group of people sitting around drinking soda and playing cards.  When I say "poker night," I mean it's a night that The Cat gets a steroid injection.  

I always play to win.  Some nights, it's "Hold 'em"--as in, I have to hold on to her despite her wriggling protests.

Tonight, the second (not first) attempt to stick her while she was sleeping stretched out on the floor was successful.  That's a rare path to victory, so I am grateful.

Except now she's curled up in her perch, sleeping with one eye open.  I think that sleepiness will take over suspicion in five, four, three, two. . . Zzzzzzz.

 A thank-you to the World Series of Poker glossary of terms for inspiration.


If Hell Is One Unending Staff Meeting, Then Purgatory Must Be Phone Tag.

Managed to get out the door of school at about 12:15-ish, picked up a water and some pretzels at the store because I was near fainting, and then made the call.

Voice mail.

I left my cell phone number in case I was en route to my parents' or the wedding for which I was singing. . . and lo and behold, after the wedding, at about 5:15, I checked my phone at there was a missed call from 3:56 p.m.

Too bad I had the courtesy to set my phone to "silent" before entering church at 3:45.

I did return the call and leave a message, anyway, but most likely I'll be in the dark until Monday.

Maybe a trip to the gym and some laundry will take my mind off it.



So Here's What You Need to Know

About the vague previous post, I mean. Now I can talk (and breathe--then again, maybe not--but more on that later.)

Remember the screening interview (#3 under "Work")?.  Well, they did call me back for another interview.  "Call" isn't the right word--they do everything through a website, so I got an e-mail.  Anyway, I had do a lot of maneuvers to get myself to it, as the only times offered were that Tuesday afternoon, and while their school was closed, mine wasn't.  I had a class to teach.  I did try calling to explain my circumstances, but they weren't budging on the date/time, which I'm sure was the best option for them in light of the school closure.

Fortunately, I got the class covered by my co-librarian--who normally has a class at the same time, but coincidentally her students were on a field trip!--and was granted the afternoon off.  I ran home and ate lunch with a very confused Cat who seemed annoyed that I was interfering with her schedule.  So then I suited up and hit the road.

Really nice school, really nice administrators.  While I was waiting, I commiserated with the attendance administrator about how school feels wrong without the kids there.  I don't know how they'd feel about a non-sporty person like me, what with all the trophies displayed proudly in the administrative offices, but I'd like to think there's a place for me.

This was like a nine-minute screening (only with different people), so I answered my best and thanked everyone on the way out.  As I left, I held the door open for someone coming in--someone who was dressed up.  Shoot.  The mind games start up, you know?  She looks more professional/seasoned/knowledgeable/qualified than me.  Try to forget about hearing from them for a week, or two or three. . .

That was Tuesday.  Today, after a miserable too-long, too-stressful day (including late staff meeting!), I finally got home after six--and made The Cat wait (loudly and angrily) for her dinner because there was a voice mail message from the head of HR on my home phone.  Asking me to call back.

I figure they are asking for something (updated security clearances, choice of references, maybe?) because they are checking me out as a viable candidate.

Because if they were rejecting me, they'd just drop a form letter in the mail, right?


Somebody hold me.  Or if you can't hold me, leave something reassuring in the comments.



I Need Good Vibes for Tomorrow.

Can't say more than that--top secret stuff, ya know--but right now I'm off to do laundry and keep hacking away at my pile of grading so I can throw numbers into the system when I first get in. . . to make the most of a half a day.


A Possible Sign That I Need to Get a Life

Last night, I made a stop for cat litter at the drugstore.  It was 7:30 and I didn't feel like going to the PetSuperstore.  The purchase would count toward my quarterly credits, so I felt justified even if it cost a little more.

As the cashier rang up the litter (and soda, and plastic spoons--no, none of these items are related!), I braced myself for the total to be close to all of the $20 I had in my wallet.


I did a double-take, then declared, "Ooh, the litter was on sale.  Yay!"

Uhhh, "Yay" ?

I might be turning into a weird spinster cat lady.

What should I do???



Work, Cat, Other Stuff

Man, I have missed writing posts and hearing from from all you wonderful blogreaders.  Well, let's get right down to it, then.


1. It's still there.  I survived the crazy major event stuff--O.K., I'm still annoyed that one parent thought it was a good idea to bring the energetic toddler sibling and put shoes on the kid that squeaked with every step taken so no one could hear the questions (WTH???)--but now it's back to the crazy "can-you-do-us-a-favor" stuff like take on an annual project someone else normally does but has been on leave for months, photo days left and right in the library for various things, oh and chasing down those rascals who still haven't handed in their work so you can not fail them on their mid-trimester reports which are right around the corner.

2. Side work: Of course, the part-time job for which I applied is still a possibility. . . as long as they let me interview on the day before I possibly have jury duty.  (Please don't penalize me for not being available on two of the three days you want to interview! It's not my fault I want to be a good citizen!)

3. Possible new work: I had one screening interview last week, and it seemed to go well.  Of course, then I was informed there were three more rounds of interviewing and that they wouldn't be contacting anybody probably until the end of the month, so I have to put it as far from my mind as possible.  Seems reasonable.
Also, one of my cousins who went to L.A. with me said that some teachers where he used to teach are being offered retirement packages, and that I should keep an eye out in case their librarian decides to retire.  Not holding my breath (any more than usual, anyway) but I gladly accept tips from anywhere.
But basically it's as if there's nothing going on.


1. Got sick on my bed tonight after being less than perky yesterday.  Except for when the thousand-legger skittered by on the living room floor.  (It's hot out and that's when the bugs come in to hang around.) But other than that she was lying around, either on top of the kitchen cabinets or next to my chair as I'm using the laptop.

2. Based on #1, I'd say the experiment in my administering steroid injections every other night is not doing the job.  I know the doctor wasn't crazy about the depo-steroid-shots, because they were not lasting half as long as they should, but I got used to poo-free bedding.  Seriously, I was so used to her going just in the litterbox that I couldn't figure out why the very bad smell was still around even after I scooped the litterbox.  Or, you know, why The Cat dashed out of my bedroom and then squished herself into the "I don't feel well" corner of the living room.

3. Also, I think The Cat secretly cheered when she made me accidentally stick myself with the syringe Saturday night.  (Good thing I didn't hit the plunger or there'd be an asterisk next to my name.  At least in the Cat Care Hall of Fame.)  I know my finger's more sensitive than the scruff of her neck, but if it hurt even half as much, then I feel really bad hurting her.  Ugh.  So there's a phone call to the vet that will be taking place in the morning.


1.  I am tenuously hanging on to a five-pound weight loss.  Doesn't sound like much, but it gets me to about where I was when I got out of the hospital, I think.  I just really want to get back in decent shape and be able to do a class like pilates or yoga without being exhausted or suffering from bad intestinal spasms.  Easier said than done, but I want a slightly more defined waistline again someday.  (Also makes interview suits easier to wear.)  It's just that the stress is not helping.

2.  (Spoiler alert) I really tried to stick with How I Met Your Mother, but trying to make me feel sorry for a character who knowingly chooses to date a stripper but feels jealous/sad/whatever when she's at work is the last straw.  If it's expected that viewers be that easily manipulated, then count this insulted gal out.  I don't care about this story line, which shouldn't even be a main story line.  I'll just go back and watch reruns of better episodes and try to forget how badly the final season is ending.

Off to get some beauty sleep for those photos. 



Nobody's Dead, but I'm Dead Tired

I promise a real post soon. . . Easter vacation was for the most part not much of a vacation, and then I plunged back into school headlong, including a major competition last night and subbing for my co-librarian today and tomorrow in addition to my workload.

There is, however, some sort of half-news which I will share as soon as I'm done catching up on chores, gym, and sleep.  Probably not in that order.