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After the interview, I went back and tried to pack more of my existance into boxes so it may come and get lost in the sea of The Man's stuff.
Not a good idea when one has a nausa-inducing headache, but I did it all the same.
Wasn't very productive, but:

More things that must be re-homed:

1 knife block w/set of serrated knives. Some will remember it from the days of The Casa. Free.
1 mid-weight light blue comforter. Slight tear on one side, could be mended easily. Free.

Put aside Cloak, fabric, forman grill and puzzle. More to come. Tag me if you want it.


It was a classic example of "healer, heal thyself," only in my case, "packer, pack thyself." I found myself wandering from room to room, in gradually tightening circles, until I was standing near the door, basically kibbing and rocking back and forth slowly and wondering what in the bluebloodyhell I was doing. Not a normal state of being for me, but I'd had a rather rough day up to this point.

The bedroom is 60% cleaned out, the bathroom is 50% cleaned out, the kitchen about 40% cleared, and the living room, well, there really isn't much in the living room to begin with.

I'll probably go back down either some point tomorrow or Wed. We'll see how I feel. Still have to nail down the landlords and tell them I'm buggering off. I hope they're ok with it.

anywho, now to the flat place.

-k.

I'm afraid

The interview went really well yesterday.
I had stress nightmares about working last night. Since I had placed myself in a benedryl coma to sleep off the migrane, I couldn't wake up.
I was blowing a deadline, screwing up a die-cut and not able understand any of it because I was head of Americas International, and no one spoke english.


They emailed back this morning. "(BossMan) was thrilled to meet you and would really like to move forward and have you meet the members of the AIM group in Stow."

The little voice in the back of my head is terrified beyond words right now. It was ok when I was showing off my portfolio, (because I love my portfolio, and showing it off is fun. Ask to see it sometime.)
Interviewing and Portfolio showing-off is a great ego booster sometimes.
But now they want me back. That means they actually liked me, I didn't fail the test in a blaze of glory, and my portfolio doesn't suck. (not that I thought it sucked, but you never know how you're going to be recieved.)

So I sit here, in my comfortable, yet whoely unsatisfying existence, wondering if I can hack being a real grown-up again, with a real job and stuff. Do I remember how to be a real working adult?
Is this going to suck? Am I going to suck at it? I'm just a hack, what am I doing, putting myself in this kind of position?
But I'm a whore to an income, so I'll suck it up, put on my second good outfit, with the tall-making swanky shoes Illustrator, Meta and I found, and march back into the thick of things.
Because, what else can I do? Curling up into a quivering ball isn't an option.
I've been a curled up quivering ball too long.

- k.

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Second interview tenatively this friday.

Glad we got two outfits, Illustrator.
Good god, I might have to own clothes again.
Like, professional ones.

Eep.

- k.