Well, today was pretty cool!
Had breakfast/brunch with the boys at Fleurs de Lis downstairs, then caught the bus to writer's group over at Ken's. The meeting went great, as we discussed a story by Bill and the first five chapters of my Wraeththu novella (excellent, helpful comments!), and then spent like 45 minutes doing world-building for the setting of our 2006 Dragon*Con anthology. Then afterward Amanda, Gilbert and I went out for a late lunch at Harry & Sons in Virginia-Highland. How awesome was that?!
Since then, damn if I know what I've been doing. Um... I played with the piggies, looked for some jobs, read the paper, played Alchemy (my latest game addiction), worked out, watched the "Art of Spirited Away" part of the DVD, ate leftovers from Harmony, and I guess not much else.
This is what happens when you're self-employed and don't get up using an alarm:
I had to get up today at 7 and I looked at 2-3 different clocks before believing it was time, as it was still dark out. When does the sun come up anyway!?! I had forgotten, after two years of just about never being up before 8. So I had to look in the paper. 7:40. It is just coming up NOW.
Meanwhile, I had planned to be on a 7:45 bus so I could get to the animal shelter at 8 on the dot, but now I'm taking the 8 o'clock one. Why? Because I am not going to rush. Especially not when I'm a volunteer and they will be thrilled to have me no matter when I come. I'll be there 'til noon walking dogs and such.
I can tell that switching to 9-5 hours is going to be hard on me. (And 8:30-5:30 is really icky!) 10-6, which I had at GTRI, is much better but not all businesses will let you go by that or let you do flex-time.
Had a great morning with the animals at the shelter, but OH BOY what a time I had on the way home! One of those days when I was thinking, "Hmm, a car would be really nice about now." Got out of the shelter around 12:10 and the next bus wasn't coming 'til 12:40. It was pouring out, so I headed to a nearby coffeeshop/cafe to have some lunch while I waited. I ate quickly and got up to catch the bus at about 12:33, but when I got out to walk to the nearest bus stop, the bus was just going by. I don't know if it was early or really late, but since the next one wasn't scheduled 'til 1:20, I decided to walk. It's about 2 miles and meanwhile, by then it was torrential rain. I walked... and got really, really wet. My sneakers filled up, giving me the "lead boot" effect. Even with my big umbrella, my overcoat got so wet it was like I was wearing one of those lead X-ray aprons. My jeans got soaked all the way to mid-thigh! It wasn't until I was almost home, walking by CNN Center, that the bus finally came down Marietta Street... and prompty drove through a puddle, splashing me head to foot. I kept walking. My sneaks are in the sink drip-drying and my coat is hanging from the shower head. Pants, shirt and socks are in the washing machine (because they're wet and also smell like dogs and cats). Man, oh, man, are these dry clothes feeling good!
I've got a phone interview tomorrow with a big software company in Buckhead. The jobs sounds right up my alley, nothing over my head, nothing too boring. And the pay, if they offer what I asked, would be incredible -- hell, just about any FT job in this field would be incredible pay compared to what I've been making. HOPEFULLY I impress them and they give me an interview ASAP, like Wednesday, as I'm leaving for Italy Thursday morning. (Oops, until I just checked, I thought I was leaving Friday night. I guess I should start getting ready.)
Oooookay. I just called my doctor's office to get a prescription renewed. Got voicemail, which is fine, since it gives instructions on how to have your pharmacy fax in a prescription request form. Only the message only says he number once and you can't get a repeat. So I called the line again and it didn't pick up. Then I called and got what I thought was a wrong number since it was a real person, not speaking all that clearly. Then I waited five minutes and got the same person. I told her I wanted the fax number for the clinic, since I didn't get all the numbers down... and she says, "The clinic's closed, m'am, so all calls are going to the switchboard." She said this like it would be obvious that the clinic's voicemail is ON during operating hours... and OFF at night, when they're closed. I mean... I can see having the option of switching to the operator if you want, but if you DO want the voicemail, you should be able to get it.
Arg. I have the clinic's fax number but I wanted to doublecheck and make sure it's the same # as for prescriptions, as some offices have more than one fax machine. I will call tomorrow morning... and probably get voicemail. Which is fine.