Ernie Delivered

This is my adorable brother Jesse in his new Ernie sweater.















Oh yes, it's DONE and DELIVERED.
And he has been threatened with unspeakable pain if he should put Ernie in the dryer.

Isn't he cute?!?

Bean wants one now... I said, "Knit it yourself, child." Cause Ernie?? Never again. And also, KnitPicks Superwash? You are dead to me.

I've been doing pretty well in my mission to finish up some of the lingerers on my UFO pile... but it's so hard to not cast on for new stuff!!!

Pros and Cons

Had a(nother) job interview today... I have a good feeling about it. I did NOT mention the dead husband, yet I did show off the tattoo. Weird. This whole George Costanza thing where I do the OPPOSITE of what I usually do might actually work.

I haven't been offered the job yet, but if they do offer it to me I need to decide if I'm going to take it.

It's not like the interview I turned down yesterday - working with sex-offenders. (That? I know is not the job for me. Jiffy Lube is more the job for me than 40 hours a week with sex offenders).

This job would be more than perfect if it was located, you know, in my city. Or even my county. It's about an hour away.

So here is my list:

PRO
-I can wear jeans to work
-They like my tattoo
-They want me to teach a knitting class
-Salary is within my necessary range
-Virtually no jail visits (this is entirely an assumption)
-Not a huge, mammoth, mindless, soul-sucking, windowless warren of cubicles
-Does not require the LMSW exam or license which means I can relax a little
-Health insurance (eventually)
-Co-workers? Already love them
-2 hours in the car every day = 10 hours of audio-book listening per week
-Flexible hours means I can go in early and leave early or go in late and leave late
-Would be my ONLY job offer so far

CON
-Two hour round trip (in snow, sleet, ice, migraine, swine flu, tornado, etc.)
-Hour away from Bean if there is an emergency
-Would have to buy new car WAY ahead of schedule *OR* Would have to spend more than $50 a week on gas JUST for work
-Health insurance takes 90 days to kick in
-Wear and tear on my car
-A population I've worked with but know very little about (MR)
-Should maybe join AAA (= MORE cost)

I'm sure more will occur to me as I go along...
And really? I would probably take any job that was offered at this point, but the secret is that there are two jobs now that I'm waiting to hear from. I feel like this interview went MUCH better, but then I've thought that before. Repeatedly.

The other job is in town (though all the way over on the west side) and it would be in a huge, mammoth, mindless, soul-sucking, windowless warren of cubicles. It would be a job that I had ONLY as long as it took to pass the exam and move on to a better job. This one is something I can see myself settling into. I just wish it wasn't so far away.

Sigh.

Fait Accompli

I slept most of the day yesterday... trying to ward off this stupid sinus infection. My whole face was throbbing and I was dizzy and achy. Today is better.

Because I slept so much I was up WAY earlier than usual - 7am. I know, right! It's almost like I'm almost a real person with a life and everything.

I made Boeuf Bourguignon. Yup. At 7am.
But it felt really good... Julia Child really did create an amazingly well-written cookbook, so it was a lot like knitting a Cookie A pattern. It looks incredibly difficult and fiddly, but really it's just a matter of trusting the instructions.

If you decide to make it... and you're anything like me... one of the final steps is to strain the cooking juices and reduce it for the sauce. While you're reducing the meat and buttery mushrooms and bacon are just sitting there in the pot blinking at you all seductively.

I thought, "Well, I should try it... you know, to adjust the seasonings if I need to." Oh. My. God. It was so good. I had to put the lid on it so I didn't eat all of the beef!! Next time I'm making it ahead like this I'm going to put a little extra beef in it so that I can have that for lunch and then again for dinner!!

So I actually accomplished something.

Interviews and French Cookery

So my computer died Monday... it refused to recognize that it was plugged in and the battery died. So I wiggled the cord around and tried a different outlet and left in plugged in for 24 hours in case it decided to work on its own.
Nope.
So I took it in to the Geek Squad.
Who plugged it in.
And it was magically fixed.

Also had a job interview today... its someplace I've worked before and I'm not thrilled about returning.
But in the last few days I have checked my bank account balance, suffered through another un-medicated sinus infection and applied for jobs at call centers and (get this) a funeral home. Oh yes. A funeral home.
So if they offer me the job I will take it.
I am doubtful about this one, though. I didn't really feel like I connected with the interviewers... and didn't have my filter all the way on, because when he asked why I was interested in this position my first answer was, "Because it's open."

I have another interview next week at an agency in another town. I would have about three hour daily commute, but that's why we have audiobooks.

Last Friday Andie and I saw Julie and Julia... go see it. I read the book a few years ago, and am currently reading My Life in France. I love Julia Child, her outlook is so practical and funny at the same time. So, of course, I had to run out and buy Mastering the Art of French Cooking, a Dutch oven, and the ingredients to make Boeuf Bourguignon. I'm not going to even pretend that I think I can cook like this every day... but there is something beautiful about cooking something that takes more time and effort than I usually apply to food. I think we're going to be making it tomorrow... and I will be posting pictures of the results.

I'm also going to learn to poach an egg. I don't know why.

Otherwise things have been the same... Bean is home this week, which makes things better just because I can't be as mopey and, you know, asleep when she's here. School starts on Monday, so we're gearing down from flighty summer lack of schedule to a more regulated series of days. I think that will be great for both of us.

Time to figure out what to have for lunch then take a nap.

The Way Things Are

There is nothing cheerful or funny here... so if that's what you're looking for just move right on along. Maybe come back in a few months.

It's been almost a week... we haven't been to the gym once. What a shock. Bean and I both had cramps for three of those days so there was less than no motivation there. But really, I'm having difficulty with figuring out the point of even getting out of bed.

I did go over to mom and dad's to help paint today and that was sweaty work. I forgot how physical painting really is. Especially their room. They knocked out a wall and made the master bedroom HUGE. I swear it's not much smaller than my entire house.

I also heard back from the BSRB... I can apply for a temporary license until I take the exam, which is good, and that gives me some time before I have to take the test. My plan is to take it at the end of August, and to study two hours a day until then. I wonder if I'll actually follow through on that. I'll probably stack up my books and stuff and move them around the house about a thousand times, intending to do something with them. I don't know why I can't get my shit together. (Yes, you do.)

OK. Yes I do.

Depression is a bitch. I have been feeling a lot of rejection lately: jobs, friends, boys. I honestly do not know why anyone would ever want to hire me, fuck me, talk to me or spend any time with me in any way at all. I don't even have anything interesting to say anymore. I was at Twist on Thursday and said, apropos of nothing, that I had been watching Three's Company late at night. There was no follow up anecdote or observation about it, just "I've been watching Three's Company." I'm losing my grip on my crazy. It just reinforces my instinct to stay at home, which just makes it worse.

And I know that my friends are worried about me. I am too. So I'm not fishing for reassurance. I'm just venting... because I kept NOT writing anything here because I had nothing to say that was positive and then I realized that it might be awhile if I kept that up.

It's been three months and even Comcare doesn't want me. It's possible that the
license will actually help, but then that's what I thought about the degree.

It's been three months and really thought I was over the boy. I hated the person I was with him, and he hated the person I was with him. I needed him to love me, he needed me to leave him alone... so really I am better off alone than wanting something that was never going to happen with someone who was never going to love me. And I was OK with that... until I saw him last week. I miss the stupid asshole. There is something that has been between us for years (and years and years) that doesn't seem to go away. And then he goes away and I get really comfortable thinking that there are just some feelings that I'm not going to have anymore... and then He shows up and I am twenty two again, standing in the sleet and not feeling the cold at all because his arms are around me and he is telling me that he loves me. And I believed him. At twenty-two and at thirty-two. Hopefully by the time I'm forty-two I'll be smarter. Or at least stronger. Or more medicated.