There is too much. Let me sum up.
- Our new small business (http://oaklandavenews.com) continues to grow in happy and healthy ways and is tons of fun to operate. But it’s nowhere near enough to support itself AND pay for everything we need to live on.
- Therefore, I started looking for outside work a few months ago. The plan was that K will continue to run daily operations at the store while I bring home as much bacon as possible to rebuild our reserves plus pay all the bills.
- Looking for a job was pretty scary in this climate. I sent out hundreds of cover letters and resumes, and 95% of the time I never heard a peep in response. And when I did get a peep, I was almost always rejected out of hand. This was a new experience for me, and a difficult adjustment.
- So it took months and months before I stumbled upon the right job, and then everything suddenly fell into place literally overnight. Actual quote from second interview with boss’s boss: "Wow, you’re really perfect for this! That’s amazing!" It was less than one hour from final interview to offer, and I started the next business day. And within 30 minutes of walking into the facility for the first time, I was on my way to the airport for a business trip. Yee-haw!
- I’m a contractor working on a sequence of big initiatives over the next two years, and I’m being paid hourly for the first time in many many years. And I get paid every week. And I think I like these things quite a lot.
- The job is as a project manager for Harley-Davidson and now I really want a motorcycle. I know! I’m a Company Girl, what can I say? When I worked at Amazon, I bought everything online from the company (even groceries) and absolutely positively had to have a Kindle the first morning they went on sale. When I worked in mortgage banking, I became passionate about home ownership & responsible lending practices. Now I just really want a bike. (vroom! vroom!). I think I’m regressing.
- The dog was having a hard time adjusting to me being gone all day... or so we thought. But then we realized maybe his mis-behavior was indicative of an actual illness. So he went to the vet last night and we learned that he has diabetes. Waaaauuuugh! Aside from the panic over him having an actual serious, chronic illness, I feel terrible for thinking he was just being a bastard and being mad at him for it. My dog is sick! Waaaauuugh! I got to practice giving insulin by injecting him over and over with little bits of saline, and I have to say that I totally sucked at it. The dog picked up on my freakout and started his own freakout and things went downhill quickly. So now I have two cats that need hyperthyroid meds twice a day, and a dog that needs insulin twice a day. Yeesh. Eldercare isn’t any more fun in pet form than it is with people. The dog is twelve years old, and the cats will be old enough to vote (18!!) next week.