That is my nephew’s favorite swear word. He got it from that cartoon undersea sponge. The reason he uses it is this. One fine day he was sitting with his mom and asked “Mommy, how old do I have to be before I can say ‘crap’?” My sister replied: “Very old. And Mommy would rather you not use it at all.” “Okay, Mommy. I won’t say crap. But how old do I have to be to say ’jackass’?” So Barnacles is the official swear word of their house.
And my blog today.
I did not get the job I interviewed for last week. I had done well, I thought. But apparently he went with someone with more experience. I assume he means the industry not actual years. I have 20+ years. So unless he hired Methuselah, I assume he meant industry. That’s what the HR person said anyway. I was encouraged to keep checking their website and to call her if anything piques my interest. We’ll see.
Now it is back to the drawing board. I did buy a nice new suit this weekend, ready for a callback. I needed one anyway.
I tend to think being the first person interviewed is a handicap. Sort of like on Idol. By the time everyone sings and it is time to vote, who remembers the first singer? It is what it is. He seemed like a nice man and it seemed like a nice job and I am disappointed. But it is not like I was interviewing to be George Clooney’s assistant — then I would be devestated.
Yesterday, after taking more blood tests last week ($205, thanks very much) I went to see my neurologist. My BP was back on target but my cholesterol and blood sugar are a skooch high. Have upped the statins but really, I was told, the best way to cut down both is to lose weight. Which I am busy doing. I have lost 7.2 pounds on Weight Watchers so far and am plowing on. I must repeat these tests when I lose 50 pounds. I need to lose more though. I am to return at the end of October. He does not expect 50 more pounds to be gone by then but it is clear he expects to see significant progress.
I am very fortunate that my boyfriend who is thin and probably 10 pounds underweight and can eat like a hog at 2 a.m. and not gain an ounce is extremely supportive. He loves me I guess. He says I am beautiful. And he says that he does not want me to have another stroke. So he does not nag. He encourages. And gets a little “teachy” pointing out all I can do to move this along. I let him go on because he thinks it helps me. But it does not help me like he thinks it does. It helps me because it shows he is interested and cares. I have noticed that he has not had ice cream in the house and has had diet soda in the fridge lately. It is sweet of him.
So Barnacles about the gig.
And everything else is okay. The IRS/NYS nightmare appears to be over.
But I still need a job.
This weekend looks like it will be cool. Fall will be here soon and I cannot wait. It will be nice to not need a shower when I only stepped out of it minutes before. I also find fall energizing. And I have lots to do. By then I hope to have a job. And I will be well on the road to losing that weight.
So really, all is well. Hopefully all is well with you all too.
