my head hurts
Sep. 21st, 2004 11:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightbluegirlBleargh. Still not feeling fantastic. Which probably wasn't helped by not sleeping well last night. Which probably had something to do with not exercising yesterday because I didn't feel well.
Yargh.
So tonight after dinner we're going for a walk. Tomorrow, back to the usual workout schedule. Hopefully, that'll do the trick.
When I *did* sleep last night, I dreamed about Andrew's possible apartment manager thing. And zombies. Same dream. I love my brain. Heh. The zombies were cool. The thinking about the apt manager thing... I just need to chill.
I'm excited, I admit it!
But I don't want to be too excited, or think too much about it, because I don't want to get disappointed. And I don't want to talk it up and make everyone hate me because I won't shut up. AND I don't want to jinx it or otherwise turn the fates against us.
I also don't want to get excited (more excited) not only until we hear if he's got it, but also, what the terms are (what is his salary?), and what the apartment we'd be moving to looks like. I mean, we'd be moving down to a 2 bedroom. They SAY it's a large 2 bedroom... but it's still less rooms than what we have right now. The living area would have to be larger, just to accommodate our stuff.
Otherwise, of course, we'd be just as close to a Safeway, closer to the library (I'm such a geek), and the cheapie movie theatre, right on the bus route, and much closer to a skytrain station... he would have no commute to work at all, and I would have less of one (and less time walking to and from the bus-stop when it's icy/snowy/rainy/whatever)...
And of course, free rent, and a salary for him, that would still allow him to take classes, AND look into carpentry in a little while (but with no rush).
So I'm trying not to hyperventilate, to just let it be what it is, and wait until we find out, and then go with that, I mean... his boss is pulling for him, he met one of the owners already and she seemed to respond positively to him (but the other owner made a comment about his youth), and if he doesn't get it, well, he'll still have the carpenter's apprentice stuff to follow up on.
I'm just not all that good at that patience thing. argh.
He went to the store yesterday and faxed his resume to the one owner, and his boss is apparently having a meeting with both owners on Friday, and will be bringing a hard copy of the resume then, and talking him up.
We'll see.
I continually find myself wanting to talk about it - but there's nothing new to say. Nothing to plan, nothing to talk about, not really. But it's exciting, and I WANT to plan. I enjoy that. I want to dream about the possibilities. There's so much we could do...
I'm also trying to fight against the feeling that creeps up on me... the feeling that says that we won't get it, it won't happen, because those lucky breaks that really make a difference for people, don't happen to us, and because we are meant, or at least, I am, because of all the bad karma I've accumulated, meant to struggle to get myself out of my debt and into my goals, because that's how to work out the karma.
In other news, I went to my doctor for a physical yesterday morning. I really like her. It took maybe 5 minutes, and she was really nice and kind. It's nice to know you can trust the person sticking stuff up your bits without any foreplay.
Oh yes, and she didn't weigh me. The office has a scale, but she didn't bother weighing me, nor even asked me my weight. She checked my blood pressure (it was fine), because my family has a history of high blood pressure, and listened to my lungs and heart, and that (along with the bit-checking) was it!
Very nice.
Yargh.
So tonight after dinner we're going for a walk. Tomorrow, back to the usual workout schedule. Hopefully, that'll do the trick.
When I *did* sleep last night, I dreamed about Andrew's possible apartment manager thing. And zombies. Same dream. I love my brain. Heh. The zombies were cool. The thinking about the apt manager thing... I just need to chill.
I'm excited, I admit it!
But I don't want to be too excited, or think too much about it, because I don't want to get disappointed. And I don't want to talk it up and make everyone hate me because I won't shut up. AND I don't want to jinx it or otherwise turn the fates against us.
I also don't want to get excited (more excited) not only until we hear if he's got it, but also, what the terms are (what is his salary?), and what the apartment we'd be moving to looks like. I mean, we'd be moving down to a 2 bedroom. They SAY it's a large 2 bedroom... but it's still less rooms than what we have right now. The living area would have to be larger, just to accommodate our stuff.
Otherwise, of course, we'd be just as close to a Safeway, closer to the library (I'm such a geek), and the cheapie movie theatre, right on the bus route, and much closer to a skytrain station... he would have no commute to work at all, and I would have less of one (and less time walking to and from the bus-stop when it's icy/snowy/rainy/whatever)...
And of course, free rent, and a salary for him, that would still allow him to take classes, AND look into carpentry in a little while (but with no rush).
So I'm trying not to hyperventilate, to just let it be what it is, and wait until we find out, and then go with that, I mean... his boss is pulling for him, he met one of the owners already and she seemed to respond positively to him (but the other owner made a comment about his youth), and if he doesn't get it, well, he'll still have the carpenter's apprentice stuff to follow up on.
I'm just not all that good at that patience thing. argh.
He went to the store yesterday and faxed his resume to the one owner, and his boss is apparently having a meeting with both owners on Friday, and will be bringing a hard copy of the resume then, and talking him up.
We'll see.
I continually find myself wanting to talk about it - but there's nothing new to say. Nothing to plan, nothing to talk about, not really. But it's exciting, and I WANT to plan. I enjoy that. I want to dream about the possibilities. There's so much we could do...
I'm also trying to fight against the feeling that creeps up on me... the feeling that says that we won't get it, it won't happen, because those lucky breaks that really make a difference for people, don't happen to us, and because we are meant, or at least, I am, because of all the bad karma I've accumulated, meant to struggle to get myself out of my debt and into my goals, because that's how to work out the karma.
In other news, I went to my doctor for a physical yesterday morning. I really like her. It took maybe 5 minutes, and she was really nice and kind. It's nice to know you can trust the person sticking stuff up your bits without any foreplay.
Oh yes, and she didn't weigh me. The office has a scale, but she didn't bother weighing me, nor even asked me my weight. She checked my blood pressure (it was fine), because my family has a history of high blood pressure, and listened to my lungs and heart, and that (along with the bit-checking) was it!
Very nice.
