Silence....

No call. No email. Nothing from my Barney Love Fest Interview on Tuesday in which they certainly seemed hot for me. Yeah, it's only Friday, and these are the people who had my resume for about a week before calling me the first time, they are a small organization and very busy. So perhaps there is nothing to read into the silence. Or perhaps there is. I hope I hear something today, so I don't have to spend the holiday weekend wondering. At this point I'd settle for the "We're sorry, but we selected another candidate" dumping, it'd be better than wondering. But I really do want that job. SIGH....

I'm a good fit for the job. I know that stuff. I can do it. I like the organization. I want the job, dammit. VERY HEAVY SIGH....
And scariest of all, Boss is interviewing in South Florida for a job that has been courting HIM hard. I don't think it's as good a fit for him as this would be for me, and there's the whole moving issue to consider, but I'm sure the money would be good and if they offered it he'd have to really wrestle with the ramifications of taking it. But if he takes it and I don't get something good up here, I am screwed. I will have to take a pay cut to get out of where I am, it's as simple as that. My life would be hell if he left and I stayed without him.

So yeah, I'm a little stressed. Add to that the status of my roof - still undone - and the status of my insurance adjuster - not returning phonecalls - and I'm a little more stressed. I finally got a check out of my insurance company and it was, shall we say, unrealistically low. Though they agree that I need a new roof, their concept of what said roof should cost was laughable. My house is small, but not a chicken coop, thank you. My roofing contractor negotiated the price up a bit, but have I seen that additional money? No. Is my adjuster returning my calls? That would be a no also. Have I been able to contract for the new roof yet? See above.

Oh, and we had over 17 inches of rain in Orlando in the month of June. This may be a good sign, because I do believe in the theory that the more rain we get in June, the less likely we are to get hit with a hurricane in the late part of the season. This is not an old wives' tale, but something meteorologists actually theorize. It involves the location of the Bermuda High and how it steers storms. So it looks like we might not have another wild ride like last year, yet, call me crazy, but I'd still like to have a solid new roof on my house, just in case. And yes, my roof was damaged last September and this is July 1 and I still don't have a new one. It's not leaking (yet) so I was waiting out the price gouging that was rampant last fall. Waiting was the right thing to do, because obviously my insurance company, they who have received my premiums for the past 9 years, is out to screw me worse than the contractors.

So my stress and hormones teamed up in the past week and a half, beat the shit out of my resolve and self-control, and threw my diet and exercise habits under a bus. I am not normally a stress eater, but when confronted by this much stress above and beyond the normal idiocy that is part of my job and a box of doughnuts in the office kitchen.... And then last night I had an eye exam (dropped another $179 there, and that is WITH my insurance) and came home late, starving, and we had a coupon to try a different Chinese restaurant's takeout. It was really, really good, and today I got on the scale (I know, why not just gouge my eyeballs instead?) and the Chinese food bloat had arrived in the night, as it always does. And the kids are taking me out for my birthday this weekend.

So I think Sunday it will be time for Me 'n the Girlchild to start boot camp. A really serious Deflation Diet. She is using our cousin's timeshare at Hilton Head for her birthday week in July and wants to be bikini-ready, and I of course may be going on still more frustrating job interviews and need to at least fit into my interview clothes, which I am eating myself out of at this rate, and we both could use a good crash diet and exercise plan for a couple of weeks. Besides, my growling stomach and aching muscles may at least distract me from EVERYOTHERFUCKINGTHINGINMYLIFE that is fucked up right now.

Shower. Office. Maybe I'll hear something today. Please, God.