Flap flap flap

So yesterday morning was hectic.

Wake up because my wrist is buzzing. It's the doctor's office. Remember that I'm supposed to do a fasting blood draw in preparation for my Wednesday appointment. Grumble. Burrow deeper into bed.

Phone rings. It's the lady from the agency, calling back about the slightly south of Seattle, slightly above minimum wage receptionist gig at a bike shop. They want to move fast: interview today, start tomorrow.

Of my two phone interviews pending resolution, the Colorado one had emailed earlier to say that they're not going forward with me for this position, and they don't think a role that suits me will open until 6-12 months from now.

The other is the well paid dream job in Seattle near Bohemia, and not a single peep.

So I tell the nice lady from the agency to set me up to interview with the bike shop. I can phone interview in 40 minutes.

Hop in the shower with Belovedest, making bike jokes.

Hop out of shower. Missed call.

It's the recruiter from the dream job. They want an in-person interview. Thursday.

*sit*
*think*

I could enjoy the hell out of the bike shop job. I find ways to enjoy the weirdest things. I also really, really want the dream job, which involves constantly juggling dependency lists (one of the things I roll out to exemplify how organized I can be).

I email back, confirming the interview.

Phone rings. I explain to the nice lady from the agency that I have just received an interview request from the dream job. I'm still willing to fill in at the bike shop if they want me, I don't know how long the hiring process at the dream job is, or even if I will get it. The lady from the agency rings off.

I prepare a nice flask of chocolate instant breakfast with coffee powder. It's nearly noon and I still haven't eaten, because fasting blood work.

The recruiter from the dream job emails back, wanting to know when we can talk on the phone. 3pm, I guess wildly.

I wait, brushing my hair.

Phone rings. It's the nice lady from the agency. The bike shop want someone who doesn't have a strong chance of vanishing two weeks in. However, the agency has a few one-day gigs available, if I'd like?

Shelving new books in libraries? I even have relevant experience (from middle school). Heck yeah.

I add the information to my calendar.

It's 12:45. Belovedest has left for work. alexseanchai is heating water for pasta. I need to get my blood draw done. I grab the lightsaber handle shaped flask of nutrient fluid and zip.

By the time I get out of the lab it's nearly 2. I gulp enough nutrient fluid to feel better. I stop for a burger, then drive home.

My wrist flutters about 2 minutes out. It's the house chat. There has been a kitchen incident. Good thing I went for the +$1 extra burger, it will be useful.

I park in the parking space designated for me (at last), collect my things, decide to come in through the front door.

Across the front lawn flaps a white butterfly. I know I won't be able to get the camera out in time, so I just unlock the door.

"I just saw the cleansed akuma flying across the lawn, so you're safe!"

We nom our respective burgers. It's not quite 2:30.

The dude doesn't call at 3. By 5, I'm conked out napping. It was A Day.