No more BUYING anything I can
buy stuff after we MOVE again.
Oh my Gosh yoga was good. I swear though tomorrow probably won't be. HOWEVER, I have no idea how much I'm gonna hurt because normally when I am busy feeling pain, well, I had the weirdest experience ever, it's been a long time since I've been sick but I have a supreme yoga foot arch. I don't even think about it, it just IS. Like I have been flat for so long, my FEET were flat. I spent most of the first 45 minutes going, "Fix your dang feet fix your dang FEET." Then I ate which involved watching the part of St. Elsewhere like where you are like, "Okay there is this whole RAPE STAFF theme that I am finding somewhat uncomfortable and even back then well surely they could test semen? IDK they were still talking about "The bunny died" when referring to pregnancy so maybe not.
Anyway I'm getting a bit tired of everyone accusing the druggy. Like, my personal favorite dark horse is like the guy with the mustache who shaved it off. He got "a little rapey" with his ex gf right as all this stuff was happening. Oooh… I do kind of love all the sort of "historical violence" where like nurses get uppity and doctors slap them (or vice versa) it's a time period in our history where.....
Anyway, like I hope it's not Howie Mandel he's like the sweetest doctor on the show. So yeah, yoga was fine by the end my feet were cooperating but the rest of me wasn't... For light entertainment I may have to go to Walmart tomorrow.
BUT I just freaked me out just now by like, realizing I should probably look up "how to like prepare for a performance based interview which is easy enough to do and I have tons of stories and crud, but like I also have to do a bunch of research ON this agency and whatnot. And apply for other jobs. Waiting until 9 pm was probably unsmart. But like, meh, then I had to read more, I will have to make an "action plan" (heh that was a sample question: How did you prepare an "action plan" for meeting a tight deadline which was later complicated more?" Type thing. "Preparing for this interview" is probably NOT the best topic so like, it will be an "extra sample plan" but hey whatever, I can use the practice.
So like, um, yeah, well, LORD I promised the husband we would go to bed at some reasonable time but like.... ARGH. I guess I can in flagrant disregard of ALL known sleep methods take my computer in there and wind down for a half hour, and still go to bed at my regular time. It should work for HIM because I get bored and then start conversations or arguments that last for an hour and we are both yelling "I need to SLEEP!"
He's a mess He's writing up his "non formatted" letter to the guy, he has SO MUCH STUFF. I mean, he transcribed phone calls, he printed out his Verizon bill he has WORD files of text messages attached to the Verizon bills. I'm like DUDE you are totally fine they CANNOT like, do anything to us you are so overprepared. I SO invite you to help me sue my employer only let's practice on State Farm.
I told him to attach his resume at the end. I was like, "I want you to write, My wife, the policyholder and the person who has witnessed my work has requested I attach my credentials so you realize this was not easily accomplished but I could do ANY of your
three jobs combined so she wants you to have a little think about what the State Board of Commissioners is going to think about YOU and about US when combined with the VERY PARTIAL (OMG it is like 50 times more detailed than I would EVER do for myself. An employer sure, but me? No WAY.)
He said, wow, I read it... It really made me realize I actually not only DID some stuff, but I KNOW some stuff, I kinda… I forgot." I was like, "Yes, PTSD will do that honey. Be proud of what you did I MEANT it when I said NO one would have gotten that sucker demo'd and rebuilt in UNDER a year."
Then he was like, later, "Huh I was looking at the scar on my face." I was like, "Oh the one like, where you look like Jack Bower and it was creepy so I made you grow a goatee." He was like, "Yeah, that's why all the kids at school teased me about it." I was like, "Come here. Dude. Like, I can't see NOTHING. Maybe the kids teased you about your scar, but it wasn't because of it. It was because they smelled your low self-esteem." He was like, "Yes you are right, probably, like get out of my psyche." I was like "Dude, so far today it seems like I am only benefitting you."
Then I was telling him about my interview and he was like, "The old PBI eh?" I was like "Dude. I did not grow up here and I have NO clue, but how handy when I am ready and prepared, I can practice it with you." He started to say more government stuff and I was like, "Honey, let me tell you something about becoming a government worker. The first thing you are going to have to learn about government employees is you can complain politics all you want but you are going to have to SHUT UP about the government or wind up divorced." I said it totally deadpan. He was like, "I can see the process starting already." I was like, "That was a joke but however, I am NOT kidding about the practicing part and you are going to need to understand like, um, I will do the format and stuff but also BE myself." Etc.
Oy this day has gone on way too long. Took the penultimate meds, soon--to bed. Maybe I can dig out my UV screening glasses or whatever, IDK or turn the screen
wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
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Anna