at the end of a long sigh
Jul. 7th, 2005 10:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7So. On two fronts, a sort of attenuated mild relief.
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buschibaby emailed back. The only contact info I have for her, and it works, thank God. She is fine. She works half a mile from most of the blasts but today, coincidentally, was south of the river in a cab when it all happened. Twelve mile walk home, but is whole and sound, and once recovered from the exhaustion she can regroup.
Fox News spent my workday graphically assessing the nature of the wounds subway passengers would receive. I mean, like, which organs would be damaged, where most of the wounds would be, which ones would be fatal, who would be maimed and who wouldn't survive. I mean, graphic shit, discussing what concussive impacts can do to chest cavities and the like. It was grotesque, it was sick, it was unnecessary, it upset me far more than I needed to be (as I hadn't heard from my best friend in London yet, see above), and I repeatedly went to cower in the back room. Fucking jackals. Jesus. Grow some fucking decency.
2) Z's interview went well, extremely well. The interviewer said he was by far the best qualified. Downside: it's part-time. Upside: they're considering another position in the future, for which Z is uniquely well-suited, and they were thinking if they could hire him on, they'd move up the creation of the new position, for him. Z also suspects they need him more than they think they do. (At the moment, a graphic designer is their sole Computer Guy. They have no idea how screwed they are.) He is still considering whether the job would be worth it.
My thoughts: Even if it's part-time, I don't need a whole hell of a lot more money to run this household. I'm just about breaking even. If he makes, hell, $500 a month, I'm thoroughly in the black. I'd like him to be making more-- hell, I'd like him to be the primary breadwinner and have my income be the extra-- but it's not necessary. If he thinks this position will grow into something really cool and actually rewarding, then sure, invest the time, pay your dues, do your thing. I don't mind. I can keep doing what I'm doing; any extra at all means I can stop freaking out over money all the time. ESPECIALLY since Z wouldn't need the car to get to work, so I wouldn't need to get my own. Oof. Takes lots of pressure off.
So, we'll see. He's going to email them tomorrow, see what they say, do some discussing. We'll see.
In other news, my sinuses hurt. Fuckaz. *shakes fist* Who gets a cold in July???!!!
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buschibaby emailed back. The only contact info I have for her, and it works, thank God. She is fine. She works half a mile from most of the blasts but today, coincidentally, was south of the river in a cab when it all happened. Twelve mile walk home, but is whole and sound, and once recovered from the exhaustion she can regroup. Fox News spent my workday graphically assessing the nature of the wounds subway passengers would receive. I mean, like, which organs would be damaged, where most of the wounds would be, which ones would be fatal, who would be maimed and who wouldn't survive. I mean, graphic shit, discussing what concussive impacts can do to chest cavities and the like. It was grotesque, it was sick, it was unnecessary, it upset me far more than I needed to be (as I hadn't heard from my best friend in London yet, see above), and I repeatedly went to cower in the back room. Fucking jackals. Jesus. Grow some fucking decency.
2) Z's interview went well, extremely well. The interviewer said he was by far the best qualified. Downside: it's part-time. Upside: they're considering another position in the future, for which Z is uniquely well-suited, and they were thinking if they could hire him on, they'd move up the creation of the new position, for him. Z also suspects they need him more than they think they do. (At the moment, a graphic designer is their sole Computer Guy. They have no idea how screwed they are.) He is still considering whether the job would be worth it.
My thoughts: Even if it's part-time, I don't need a whole hell of a lot more money to run this household. I'm just about breaking even. If he makes, hell, $500 a month, I'm thoroughly in the black. I'd like him to be making more-- hell, I'd like him to be the primary breadwinner and have my income be the extra-- but it's not necessary. If he thinks this position will grow into something really cool and actually rewarding, then sure, invest the time, pay your dues, do your thing. I don't mind. I can keep doing what I'm doing; any extra at all means I can stop freaking out over money all the time. ESPECIALLY since Z wouldn't need the car to get to work, so I wouldn't need to get my own. Oof. Takes lots of pressure off.
So, we'll see. He's going to email them tomorrow, see what they say, do some discussing. We'll see.
In other news, my sinuses hurt. Fuckaz. *shakes fist* Who gets a cold in July???!!!
