I’m feeling somewhat better this afternoon than I have felt in a while. That isn’t really saying much, but it is an improvement.
I have a job interview tomorrow morning for a position I’ve been talking to a staffing agency about. It is probably the most ideal job I can think of for myself at this time, based on this statement from the recruiter: “And we’re looking for someone who is a really motivated self-starter, because you’d be spending most of your time alone in the office.” See? No people = A+ opportunity for me.
Here pretty soon, we are going to be having a meeting of sorts in the house. It’s become more chaotic than the man or I can really deal with. Last night a girl spent the night with Hitler because “she didn’t have a ride home.” No one asked or even told me what was going on. Laundry, clean and otherwise, is scattered through the house. We’re going through milk like whores go through condoms, my sister and I are each doing a shitload of dishes per day, and the house looks like a tornado has swept through it, despite my continual efforts to keep it picked up. I definitely want this situation improved before I go back to work. But the good news is my brother and sister are amenable to a “chore list” and Hitler pretty much does whatever I ask him to… I just have a problem with asking people for help. In fact, I expect the most resistant person to be the one who does the most complaining about the state of the house (and the least housework). Funny how that works.
Today I finally did something I’ve been avoiding for a long time — I found a “cash for junk cars” salvage yard to tow my old Grand Am away. It’s been sitting in the garage, dead, for a year and a half. We really need that space now so that the boys can store their belongings… the spare bedroom isn’t big enough and I’m tired of looking at boxes and piles of shit everywhere. I’m actually on a major organizing kick… if only I had the energy to see it through.
There are probably things I should be doing other than blogging, so I’ll get to it.
