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[dragonlady7]

Coffee's brewin'. Remi's snorin'. I'm up and have showered. My skin is punishingly dry-- why is it that I'm so much worse off now that it's spring than I was when it was winter? I am definitely starting to get old. My skin used to be so oily all the time. Now it's like paper. It burns and itches a bit, it's so dry. Have applied one layer of moisturizer, and am now sitting a bit to finish drying off, and then I'll go apply another layer when I get dressed. Eugh! I have been having such fierce dry skin that bits of my eyelids flake, which is really unpleasant.
I should knock wood; I made it through this whole winter without appreciable eczema. Because we know what's my next phase in life: face eczema. You know it's going to happen. Ugh.

Yesterday, I frittered away in sundry tasks. The NYS Department of Labor, for the first time in a year, actually mailed me a notice of a job posting. (Don't they have my email?) Now, they have this website that shows state jobs, and jobs with employers who have registered with them. Which is fine, whatever. I log on now and then and look at it. There is never really anything there that is both interesting and reasonable, that I'm qualified for. But anyway. This letter was for a job posting for the sort of job that if you had known it existed, you would have gone to college specifically for. It's, like, exactly what I'd describe, if I had to come up with something that'd be actually nice to do for a living. And it pays more than twice as much as I made this year. (Close to three times as much.)
Christ almighty. So I applied for it. But since it's a state job there was a website you had to go through, and it had insanely detailed and redundant forms. You had to fill out the application. Then you had to come up with references. Then you had to upload forms. Then you had to upload writing samples. Then you had to upload a resume (which, it should be mentioned, contained the precise information from the application you'd just filled in.) Then you had to upload a document containing contact info for the references you'd already put in. And so on. And so forth.
I seriously spent over four hours just applying to this job.
Oy.

This, after a year not even seeing a job I wanted, much less hearing back from anyone I was interested in, and now I am waiting for someone to call me back who has said it's very likely they'll hire me by Wednesday.
The laws of contrarity that rule my life dictate that of all the things that could happen, the most likely is the two most awkward and unpleasant in descending order.
Most unpleasant: Job A, which pays nothing and isn't full-time, will not call me back, and neither will Job B.
Most awkward: Job A will call me to offer me a job, and I will hesitate since I am waiting for Job B, and then I will finally start off Job A on an awkward footing, and then I won't get Job B.
A problem I'd like to have: Job B doesn't call, so I start Job A and love it, and then Job B is like, no, we want you.
Whatever. I'm not going to obsess over it.

Coffee's done and I'm mostly dry, so I'm off to finish packing up the last couple of things into the car, and then I gotta do a shuffle of cars, and we're off. I am so tired. I haven't skated in a week, for various reasons, and my leg muscles and joints are all tight and sorta seized up, and it was agony trying to get to sleep last night. Imagine just not being able to stretch. That's what I'm feeling. I took a 2.5 mile walk last night, got home, tried to stretch, and it took me 10 minutes to get down onto the floor. Wretched.
Sitting in a car for 11 hours is not going to help.
But I'm going to go to a fun party and meet people and have fun, so I mustn't complain.

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[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

No, no, most awkward is if you get a call from Job B while in a job interview for Job A.
(This actually happened to Josh. By the way, he wanted B a lot more than A, but in the end he took A and LOVES it.)