OK, I wrote this 2 weeks ago, then thought it might be jinxy. I’ve saved it since then, and a lot has changed. I’ll add updated things (with an *) along side.
Here I go, I’m doing this! Writing a bulleted (dashed, actually) post.
-I actually nailed my interview today. The guy on the phone turned out to be no more than 22 years old and was a manager. There was also a (regular?) man who was head of the division there. I always feel like things should really fall into place and FEEL right, and somehow this didn’t. The timing was weird, the first exchange awkward–so I didn’t have super-good feelings about it. And since I felt like this wasn’t really meant to be I wasn’t nervous last night and this morning like I usually am. This carried over to the pre-interview wait (usually terrible nerve-wracking) and surprisingly the interview itself. It’s the first real (veterinary shenanigans/work-interviews/and 1 question fast food not counted) interview that I feel great about. The rest I either got really nervous or didn’t do a good job, or self-sabotaged b/c the job wasn’t right. In this one I could tell both really liked me and I’m thinking I just may be offered the job.
*PS I found out 12 days later I got the job!
-Which, I know I could do a wonderful job for this organization so why wouldn’t they? Not arrogance, but realism talking here.
*They even said so–it’s not just me. What can I say, I’m a wonderful cleaner 😉
-I hesitate to write this in a public forum (before actually getting a firm offer), but the prospect of getting the job makes me a little nervous. Just because I in no way want to overextend myself and lose my 4.0 GPA. I have neuroanatomy this semester, you know. Also, it may not leave me time to clean the vet hospital, tutoring at school, observing, or extra projects. Which I have to decide how important any of those really are to me. . .
*The 2nd thing I did when I found out was write my boss to pick a time to meet so I could resign my cleaning position at the vet hospital. Working til midnight, then getting up at 3-4AM, then going to school would just overextend me and I don’t want to set myself up for failure (or B’s even).
-Also, it would be evening/night hours and I am a decidedly morning person so I would have to flip-flop my whole routine.
*God, I stayed up til 9:30PM last night and I felt lie I was gonna die all day today. And now I have the telltale sign of a sore throat that I’m trying to get sick (from lack of sleep).
-On the other hand, the organization is something I can get behind, the work is something I can readily do, it’s a national place so potential for keeping the job as I move state to state in the future is high, and the free membership would be exceptional. Also, ability to buy things and to save money would be big perks.
-Fixing Rusty’s starter, buying my textbook, and maybe *crosses fingers* even buying a pair of boots would be really cool also.
* The FIRST thing I did when I found out was call the auto shop and make an appointment to get Rusty’s starter fixed and oil changed. This has needed to happen since April, but I didn’t want to drop a chunk of change when I didn’t know when I would ean more.
-To alleviate my worries, I tried to make a potential schedule to see how much time I have and what my fall semester might be like. But not knowing exactly how many hours, what days, or what blocks of time are acceptable, I quickly got stuck. I estimated, but without the data it’s pretty meaningless.
*I asked for (and received) my hours concentrated on Friday and Saturday when I don’t have class. This way I can recuperate before school and have time to study during the week.
-In other news, I tried to see how many steps I take in a mile. It largely depended on my speed–faster I went, the shorter my stride length. Which I hear is not ideal for increasing speed. Science suggests increasing stride length and frequency of steps. I’ll have to work on that.
*It depends on my speed. BUT I have a post about the formula and my numbers coming up.
*My FitBit battery is so crazy/stupid that some days I want to throw the device in the river. Even though when it works I love it.
-Oh, I almost forgot the point of telling you that last one: I was looking of the science articles about stride length and speed, and I liked the conclusion one article came up with: Ideally, you should both increase stride length and frequency of steps. But most people have a hard time doing that, and favor one technique over the other. This article said that you should know both. Use one stride length at the beginning of your race, then when you become fatigued switch to the opposite. What this does is work slightly different muscles–which aren’t fatigued. This allows you to really give a kick at the end of your race. This makes a lot of sense to me, and maybe I’ll try some things out to employ it.
-You also have to work out to increase strength (stride length), do drill work to increase neuromuscular connectivity speeds (faster turnover). Instead of reaching forward to have a longer stride–which seems logical–push off harder with your feet, or ideally spend more time with both feet off the ground (an explosion of forward momentum). As with everything, getting faster starts to have a lot to do with form, fitness, and physics = math. I think to get more PRs though, I’m at this point.
-Our apartment is cheap and 4-5 on the vertical blinds broke off. Upon close inspection the plastic hook broke into a n-shape, probably from all the heat, just dropping the blind out. So I had to thread fishing line over the apparatus and tie it to the blinds. I don’t think anyone will inspect them close enough to notice the difference.
*the fishing line blinds are still holding up nicely. I think those are actually sturdier then the ones held with cheap plastic. And I think the cheap plastic cooking in the sun is what wore the other ones out-lame.
-I went through the trouble: 1] to actually have closed blinds 2] to block heat in summer and drafts/cold in winter 3] to avoid a charge when we move out.
-It’s funny what I procrastinate about. Making ice cream has been put off for over a week, even though I already did the difficult part and boiled the fruit into a syrup. Painting my toe nails has been put off because I don’t want to remove the old polish. It stinks and it requires scrubbing. Making a new clogging dance for the talent show. Because I can’t find a perfect song and only remember the steps I used in last year’s routine–this also needs to be a show-stopper!
*Finally, I buckled down and decided to finish the ice cream and lo and behold–when I pulled the bowl of mixture out from the freezer, the ice cream had made itself without my intervention! Why can’t all procrastination items go this way? I did remove the polish. Which is creepy, and makes my teeth hurt. And I re-painted them–but avoided glitter so it would be much easier to remove next time.
-I am getting SO excited about the Gorge! I am looking up recipes, virgin drinks, and thinking about my setlist game, car-window paint and phrases, and a sign! It’s gonna be a good, good time 😀
*We got car crayons and decided on slogans. I cut up a box for a poster and we picked lyrics and made a model. My setlist game is locked in. Outfits picked. I practiced one (of 2) hairstyles tonight and it worked out–though I need hairspray for those hairs I know are gray b/c og their unruliness. We did the grocery shopping for all the snacks and bevs. We even made banana bread (in the blender = genius!) and it’s in the freezer ready to grab. I am super-excited. These concerts have superseeded the first day of school, which is not right, but it’s happened.
-School–as I told my dad, I’m prepared, but not excited. I mean who’s excited to lose their free time and begin studying every free moment? Who’s excited to have to start to leave the house every day? Who’s excited for stress? I’m not insane. But hopefully, my studying is so habitual and rehearsed by now that it will be much less of a big deal to do what I need to do. Just one more semester here!
-My face is (still) breaking out like I’m going through puberty. I use 2% sa. . . chemical I forgot, not benz. . . chemical I can’t remember, which dries out my face, but doesn’t stop the break outs. The Sa. . . is a little better, but I still regularly break out. I am also on BCP for the last 4-5-6? months. Maybe I should shower immediately after my workouts. That might be a problem. I’m sure my diet is also a problem, but that’s much more difficult to get motivated to change.
-I’m mad that I have to calculate my own GPA for my application. Mad because they also make me send official transcripts–which cost money. And I have to send them from 3 colleges, ramping up the headache (WSU already charged me twice for 1 set) and money (see previous parentheses). I think they hire the dumbest, most belligerent people to handle the university fax machine–I always have trouble.
-I had specific questions about the GPA calculation that the school has to answer and that wasn’t on their info website. So I e-mailed the address given on the admissions home page given to request information. They did not address my questions at all, told me to refer to their website, and gave me a link to nowhere. It was super-annoying, and I really had to stop myself from complaining for the lack of service–you never know who is in charge of your future.
*I had to make a phone call. I did not like it. All of my questions got answered and I calculated all my GPAs.
-I suppose it’s unprofessional to quit a job over Facebook, e-mail, text, or phone? I would not be excited to go do it in person. . . How about by letter? I really do not want to do that–if it comes to that at all, I don’t know that it will.
*I wrote a Facebook message asking what the preferred mode of communication for the next 2 days would be. I’m sure that gave away my intent right away. Of course, my boss preferred a phone call. I had to make a phone call. I did not like it. I resigned and the conversation was more pleasant and longer than I had anticipated.
-I have been researching textbook buy-back prices and will write a blog about when the best and worst times are. With a graph! Because I’m trying to hit the peak, I’m hesitant to sell my book back. For fear it’s too early and the price will peak the next day/week/month. As such, I still have my book that could give me a little income. Also, the flaw in my plan is in order to find the peak, you have to see the downward progression that comes afterward–meaning I have to wait for the price to DROP again, to know (and miss) when the highest price was.
-I’m debating selling the mini fridge. It’s really infuriating me by freezing or randomly thawing if the dial is breathed on. It’s a royal pain to clean sticky, melty, smelly old stuff off a frozen bottom–and out from under the fridge. Problem is, or freezer is really small and inept and doesn’t accommodate all the stuff we want. BUT if I’m to sell/get a good price on the mini–this is the season to do it. when all the students are setting up their dorms or wanting a kegerator. After the decision, it’s also a labor-intensive job–which also has gone on my procrastination list. Clean it, defrost it, write a nice ad, deal with FlakesList, and possibly help haul it out. . .
*I also stopped procrastinating and finally emptied the mini fridge. We carried it to the balcony and let it defrost overnight. I then bleached the $%ER out of it and washed all its contents. While I did that I rearranged the kitchen (including 2 cupboards) to make more counter space. Took forever and was tedious. The fridge is in a new place getting cool as we speak. It looks nicer in here, things make better logistical sense, and there is more space. It was tedious. . .
-We watched the final season of the L-Word on Sunday. I had seen the previous 5 seasons, but not this one. So I’m a bad lesbian for not knowing who the heck killed Jenny and by being 10-12 (?) years behind the times. I thought the season was consistent with the others. I screamed at the immorality of the characters in the same way I always have. The only difference I saw was before the intro song they had a scene in which each character in turn had a bad-scene with Jenny and subsequently said they wanted to kill her. And I thought that was entertaining. Also, despite liking the way Jenny provoked everyone and moved the plot along, I think that’s bad writing. Every character should have at least one redeeming quality, and they didn’t leave Jenny with ANY. But I loved to hate her anyway.
-SPOILER ALERT–the thing nobody liked was the way the network and show made “Who Killed Jenny” the central point in the entire last season–then left you in the dark at the end. They never directly say. I didn’t think the finale sucked though–I thought everything was as tied up as it could be. One forum-respondant put it nicely when they said, “when acquaintances come in and out of our real lives, we don’t get updates.” And another who said, “We are allowed an intimate view of this friend-group’s lives, yet we are not part of their inner group–the finale and secret of who, if anyone, killed Jenny is a reminder of that.” Personally I think everyone had motive, but nobody actually did it. I think she was always on the edge and committed suicide.
-PS–TV series writers it’s lame to leave an open ending on a finale as a segway to your next project–especially if that spin-off never comes to fruition. Finish the one entirely–for the viewers–then move into the next thing.
-Do not watch “Don Juan.” I thought it was horrible based on it’s treatment of women throughout. Awful.
-I told myself to sleep in til 4AM since I had an interview at 10:45AM, but my body got up at 3:15AM anyway. So now I’m very tired and as a result–unproductive. Which I really hate. I should either be able to sleep or do things I need to do. It’s not fair of my body to be too tired to do the things, but not be able to sleep.
Is this long enough to be a decent real-time post? I want to make up my slacking, readers!
*It is now certainly too long. Enjoy the last 2 weeks of my life.
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