I Once Had A Title In Mind

So today should be fun.  I need to take some rolled coin to the bank for more readily spendable and carryable currency, so I have enough to buy train tickets for Monday morning, and potentially a small bite to eat or whatever if I have to, entirely aside from the cash being useful in a couple days when we need more something like milk from Hannaford or Stop & Shop.  Maybe I’ll deposit $8 in change too, so I’ll have $10 available on the debit card.

Train?  That ought to be an adventure.  I have an interview in Boston Monday morning, which will probably be followed by meeting with someone nearby who has a potential temporary gig during part of this month.

I’ve never taken the commuter rail before, but it’s great it’s so handy.  I need to check out precisely where and how for getting into it and buying tickets and all that.

This also means having to dig out clothes that might be remotely appropriate for an interview.  I’ve spent too many years casual, and with clothes one of the last spending priorities on too little income.  A casualty of insane housing and even more insane medical insurance costs, you could say.

Shoes?  It’s going to have to be my almost formal looking black sneakers, because I last got new shoes 20 years ago, and if I can find them, I can’t wear them without them scraping my feet raw.  That’s if the gout is calm enough to get them on, which it may be, since it seems to be attacking my knee instead.  Or that might be something else, but it’s that kind of painful.

At least I’ve lost enough weight that I have pants that aren’t jeans that should fit me.

The last time I interviewed for a job at a company I wasn’t already part of was 1994.  Internal interview was 1997.  The closest I came since then was 1999, when my partner who was the face of the business to the big client left for a day job and I had to talk them into keeping us, pointing out that in reality they may have noticed I’d been doing most of the support for them for months.

I always had a hard time getting to an interview, and an easy time getting a job based on an interview.

Apparently my resume and the internet and my networking are taking car of the first part for me.  Besides those two, I have an e-mail about a WordPress development gig, which is intriguing, but I cautioned them I am far from a PHP expert, which is what they say in the description.

I need to find a bread recipe that doesn’t take milk, as Deb is going to try adding back wheat, but not milk.  I still haven’t found milk-free margarine in a store.  I can’t believe it all contains milk, when the point was that margarine is a sub for butter.  Also need to make banana bread today, or else accept throwing out some bananas at that stage of ripe.

I really hate taking the first two hours of the day to dash of a 15 minute this and that post.  Plus I should probably post to the other blogs instead, since this one lost Page Rank, those didn’t, and those could use a traffic/activity boost.

Let’s see…

Did I mention I need to setup a computer for Henry, on the living room floor, so he has that as a distraction?

Today I’d like to make significant progress in my office arranging and cleaning project, which stalloed yesterday and went backwards as Valerie trashed things, even stuff that had been in reach for months and not touched.

Off to it, I guess.  If there was anything else, I forget.  Oh, I stopped at my grandmother’s and picked up a special mattress cover my mother’s cousin bought for Henry.  It’s pretty astounding that a cousin I’d forgotten existed until a few years ago heard about his problems and did something like that.  Apparently she has major allergy problems herself, so knows all the places and stuff to get from them.  Even if all this means is he can nap in the crib for a couple hours at a stretch, that’ll help.  Previously he couldn’t go more than half an hour before he was awake, scratching himself frantically and complaining.  Poor kid.  But he still can’t be exempt from being put down sometimes.  We go entire days sometimes with him on one of us for all but a couple waking hours, tops.  And when he’s on one of us and awake, he wants to be active.  All your keyboard are belong to us.

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