The good, the bad and the scary
Apr. 23rd, 2007 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thatcrazycajunThe good: Job interviews are starting to come in again. I had a very pleasant phone interview this morning with a lady from Harry Norman Realtors, which is seeking a graphic designer for their website. She says a decision will be made about whom to bring in for in-person interviews within the week. (No deluge of candidates, she says, despite the end of the academic year fast approaching when hundreds of design students normally have the sudden realization that they will need a job after graduation.) And I have an in-person interview lined up for tomorrow afternoon with the man who runs marketing at TreeJob.com, a local tree clearing and maintenance service, which also wants a web design type.
The bad: My poor Songbirdsinging_phoenix, as if she didn't already have enough to worry about with her impending move to Africa, has still more dental problems. A toothache has been aggravating her since Friday, and somewhere in all the work she must do for her office here and her move (and before her quick side-trip to Ireland this weekend with her mom), she must find a dentist to treat it.
The scary: A rep from the moving company the CDC contracts with to schlep all of SP's belongings either to Nairobi or to long-term storage came by this morning to look over the place and estimate the weight of the three separate shipments that must be done. This, after we had spent much of the weekend frantically sorting through the accumulated stuff of her four years here and 20 years in Philly before that to figure out what should go where. (And SP was half-asleep due to the lingering effect of the Ambien she'd had to take last night to get any sleep through the toothache pain.) This really brought home to both of us that This Is For Real, that she really is moving halfway around the world in a few weeks, for two and possibly as long as four years. And I cannot go there to be with her for at least six months...if at all.
The bad: My poor Songbird
singing_phoenix, as if she didn't already have enough to worry about with her impending move to Africa, has still more dental problems. A toothache has been aggravating her since Friday, and somewhere in all the work she must do for her office here and her move (and before her quick side-trip to Ireland this weekend with her mom), she must find a dentist to treat it.The scary: A rep from the moving company the CDC contracts with to schlep all of SP's belongings either to Nairobi or to long-term storage came by this morning to look over the place and estimate the weight of the three separate shipments that must be done. This, after we had spent much of the weekend frantically sorting through the accumulated stuff of her four years here and 20 years in Philly before that to figure out what should go where. (And SP was half-asleep due to the lingering effect of the Ambien she'd had to take last night to get any sleep through the toothache pain.) This really brought home to both of us that This Is For Real, that she really is moving halfway around the world in a few weeks, for two and possibly as long as four years. And I cannot go there to be with her for at least six months...if at all.
