Yesterday was my JOB INTERVIEW, THE SEQUEL. Also, I was waiting on a good friend's medical results, and Haku's blood tests since had been off his food for a while. So,yesterday was a little stressy for me.
After dropping Haku off at the vets, I went out around town for a bit. I wanted a costume for Distant Worlds in two weeks and I knew I could not pull Tifa off in time, so I decided on Matron from FF8, because it's damn easy:
Plus she's like everyone's Mom, so it's kind of age appropriate.
Imagine my delight when I walked into the first store on my list and found the little grey ¾ sleeve, and the long black dress? Like within two minutes? SCORE 1.
On my way back, just as I was turning the road to my neighborhood, a silver pit bull puppy literally ran in front of my front tire. I had already slowed to turn and jammed on the brakes because I saw him on the curb a second before. I ran out of my car and he came around the the driver's side, all waggy-tailed with his head bowed like, "I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing but it's not this!" So I picked him up and stuck him in my front seat, over my damn groceries. I didn't drive four feet when another car stopped at the deli next to me and waved me over. The folks in the car told me it was their friend's dog and they were looking for him. So I handed over his wiggly little puppy body and home I went, with a huge rash because I'm allergic to pit bulls. Still, he was SO CUTE.
Then, I went home and stressed about my friend's medical results. A few minutes later though, she messaged me with her very awesome news and we decided to celebrate later in the evening.
My Interview The Sequel was looming, and I still hadn't heard anything about Haku's test results or even how he had fared in today's rehab. I had to run out the door and just try to focus on what I was trained to do – which I hadn't done in about three months. I wasn't so sure it wouldn't come back to me.
The place is very peaceful, I liked it the moment I saw it. It's around where I used to work at The Bad Place, same neighborhood, same street, about a mile away. Driving down there, I realized that, even as I did not miss that crappy job, I did miss the area. It's a really beautiful drive, just endless farms, bison, horses, vineyards and farmstands. I like it out that way. I was glad to be going there again, and I felt really hopeful. I have this weird hang up about having connections to certain places, when it comes to where I work.
So, I gave a massage to the boss's sister, who wanted really strong hands with good pressure. I was known for that in clinic so I thought, 'Well, maybe I have a chance.' I also threw in some Lomi Lomi and some stretches. As I was working, I was thinking about how nice the room was, how mellow the entire place was, and that I liked it, and it'd be really nice to come here and get paid a really good salary in such a quiet location.
I GOT THE JOB. Well actually, the boss said, "We'll call you thursday," but her sister said, "You're amazing and we need what you have to offer; it's a done deal."
This TRIPLES MY SALARY.
My immediate reaction was a kind of, "Oh, cool." Then, in the car on the way home, it was just total relief. I realize I still have to (sadly) leave behind a job I have now, that I'm fond of, with a really nice company, and I'm dreading that. But, RELIEF. It's a good place, the people seem nice, it's lovely there, and the money is, well, let's just say that with tips, I should eventually be back on my feet.
It starts slow. Clients tend to not want the noob, so I'm lucky if I get ten hours the first few weeks. Then it builds up over a few months and if all works out well, I even get a raise into the deal. In a few months' time, I could probably be getting $50 or so an hour and maybe getting 24 hours a week.
This company also allows me to freelance, and do whatever I want outside of work, so long as I don't steal any clients. Which, obviously, why would I even do that? See the cool thing is that, working on my own, I was going to ask about $50 an hour for having people come to me, $60 for me going to their house. BUT, I was going to pay my own overhead, all the supplies, laundry, everything. With this, the company pays all my overhead. I don't have to clean, do laundry, NOTHING. Just what I was trained to do, and I get the money I was going to ask for anyway.
I will probably still work for myself. Tips alone will be awesome if I do that in the summer in the Hamptons. But, MAN, this seems like a sweet deal.
Anyway, as I walked into the door, I saw my messages blinking on my phone. It was a message from the vets saying that Haku's blood tests were all fine. SCORE 3! TRIPLE WORD SCORE.
Then of course, some dude I've known for years had to go and harsh my buzz on Facebook, getting on my crap because I'm trying to do my best to help Japan. Why? I HAVE NO IDEA. This isn't the kind of person who generally goes around acting like this, it was totally out of character for him. And it actually was a buzzkill, because I hate when people come out of left field acting like someone they've never been before. And he never explained, either.
And then today, I got some bad news about the health of a different friend—this one very dear to me, whom I've known for a really long time--and then some further bad news about the health / situation of yet another, newer friend.
Yesterday as I was driving home from my interview, I was listening to my iPod and the song "Three Little Birds" came on. The remake, with Ziggy Marley and Sean Paul. That was always my "yes, every little thing is
gonna be all right!" happy song. I was sort of flying down the road, feeling all good and buzzy. Then I remembered that this song was my feel good song a few years ago, too. And after that, you know, everything went straight to hell.
But yes, every little thing is
gonna be all right. And then, one day, it's not. And then it will again. And then for a while, it won't be.
I've always liked the song "That's Life" by Frank Sinatra – except the end; I've never liked the end. I remember David Lee Roth covered it in the 80s and he changed it to "roll myself up into a big ball, and.... FLYYYYYYY
," which makes absolutely no sense and gives me a really ridiculous mental image. But I still like it better than "die," jesus.
One more thing before I go, to put this all into perspective. This is a video that Matt Conley of HitRECord released last night:
Oh, that little kanji animation at the end? I did that. :)
I, like all of us, have those "every little thing is gonna be all right" times and the "roll myself up into a big ball" times. But my entire town has not been washed away by a tsunami and then irradiated ffs. How quickly and unexpectedly all of our issues can crumble into a fault line. You know? So.
I'll take what I can get.