P.S.

Not a lot of posting from me the past week, I know. While I hate whiners, I've had a few things going on. The biggest issue you've already seen a glimpse of from the Open Letter I posted last week. Simply put, I was trying to make a move at the daygig and was spun around and put back in place rather quickly. I've had my share of job interviews, some good, some bad. This one I could actually detect the interviewer's disconnect from the idea that I could be a good candidate for the job, a widening of the eyes and then a turning away as though waking from a daydream.

Much of the problem was bad pre-interview intel; the info I'd received on the job was incomplete. Some of it was the hour of the day, it was an eight a.m. interview and my interviewer kept springing up to open the office door or pass on some info to a new arrival. In the end, there was a nice clean break and some encouragement (after all, I still work for the company), but there was also the sense in my head, building from the moment of that disconnect onward, that the whole thing was an empty exercise, an attempt to do something different without risking too much, trying to open the parachute without jumping out of the plane.

I've also had the foot thing going on, I've been unsure whether there's more broken than the little toe since some days I have difficulty walking, but that seems to be improving now that I've found in my closet the right pair of shoes to wear.

Finally, this past rainy Sunday morning, I drove down to the market to get the family a few bagels and the paper. As I turned the car around to return home, an SUV pulled away from the curb and drove straight into my car. As soon as I got out to assess the damage, the SUV's driver called out, "I'm so sorry, I was looking the other way the whole time." Uhm, can I get that in writing, lady? The damage is minor as far as I can tell, and it's not like I'm driving a Lamborghini, it's a nine year old second-hand commuter car, I can't see myself putting dough into this car.

Yet, I need the car and a viable pair of feet to get to and perform at my daygig, the one I was trying hard to escape from.