Got a call from Sean, a recruiter, who told me about an amazing job that sounded perfect and interesting. Then, he asked if I was willing to relocate. “Sure, but it has to be to a place warmer than here and preferably close to sand and sea.” He said that was great; lots of sand and sun and warmth if I was will to expatriate. I asked if it was a Caribbean medical school? No, he said. It’s in Abu Dhabi. I started to speak, then looked at the phone and just put it down. Sean, you need to lead with “How do you feel about birkas and not being allowed to drive?”
Called Comcast Retention Services in a last ditch effort to lower the bill. Had yet another conversation with a guy named Walter that made my head spin. “You have two modems, but you only pay for one…” I know this. I pay for the one I don’t want…for the phone I want gone. “But if you give that up, then we’ll charge you for the other one…” Hunh? And for another $48 a month he can give me a free DVR box and every pay channel they offer. Mmmm. How is raising the bill $48 a month a good thing when I am talking about switching because their pricing makes no sense? “Because it is.” I swear that’s what he said. “Because it is.” I am tempted to go work there just to see how they train their people to say this stuff. Next up: a call to Verizon.
Mona is proving to be a wonderful indoor dog, but a not so great one outside. Growling and barking at people who are out walking, baring her teeth at a guy sitting on a bench waiting for a ride, straining at her leash while howling at bikers she wants to chase and trying to (literally) eat other dogs if she can while terrifying my neighbors and their children…well, let’s just say that going for long walks in the park is not something we’re doing. I’m making sure that my insurance covers me if she decides to eat a passerby (both for their medical bills/pain and suffering and for me for the guilt I’d feel). I really think she needs to go given that we have to leash walk her, and I’m afraid that 70 pounds of dog is going to get away from me and maul someone, but the folks at CCSPCA want me to work with a dog trainer. Sigh. Not the kind of work I’m looking for, ya know?
Had an interview in Baltimore yesterday for a terrific job with a great company that would be part remote and part face-time there, which would be fine. While I was there, Daniel and my mother went out to Gateway, where Daniel asked my mother if he could get me a present. She said okay, thinking they were heading for the gift shop. He took her to Wine & Spirits store and told her which kind of Pinot Grigio I liked, then said that I’d probably had a hard day and she should get me some vodka. I know I sound like a typical person heading for AA, but I don’t actually drink very much. I have, however, put this on his “list of things to tell your therapist”. What? Doesn’t everyone keep one of those lists for their kids?
Filed first unemployment claim. Was diligently honest and reported contract income and part-time teaching income and probably that will mean that I get $24 for my first week because for the life of me I cannot understand the paperwork with the mathematical formula they use to calculate the declining percents and what sequestration has to do with my being able to pay PECO in April (but apparently it does have something to do with it).
Actually painted my own toes for the first time in I don’t know how long…no fancy pedicures for me for now. I hate not working and watching every penny and constantly worrying, but I’m grateful that I do qualify for unemployment and that I have skills and talents that are marketable and that we’re okay for now. Not quite a month, and I feel like I am losing what wits I had.