Emotional pendulum

[thrihyrne]

I'm a bit distressed that I can go from being quite cranky/frustrated/'fuck it' mode to upbeat/hopeful/energized simply by phone calls with people about key topics. I don't know if this is a hazard of trying not to live in my head all the time, if my diet and sleep are out of whack, or if it's simply a by-product of all that I'm going through these days. I went out to Gresham yesterday for an interview with a company that I feel is pretty hopeless in how they do things, and wanted to make absolutely frakking sure that I wasn't going to get immediately disqualified on both the public transportation only and criminal history fronts, because if so— this is a waste of everyone's time, especially mine. It was about as discouraging and seemingly useless as I'd imagined, and as I left the building, I heard a bus in the near distance and immediately thought, "Oh, no." Sure enough, as I strode down the parking lot, I saw the bus that I needed to catch pulling away from the stop. There was no way I could have made it, but had there been far more efficiency where I was, I would easily have made it. I crossed the major intersections to discover that that bus, given where I was located, would show up again in 33 minutes. There was some swearing. I called evannichols who graciously listened to my mini-rant. Hearing his voice and venting and being able to caress my talisman grounded me so that I was able quickly to get back from a mindset that was pretty ugly.

While on the phone with him, I got a call from my contact at the one placement company who has actually sent me out on a job! She had a new possibility for me, a 2-month, part-time scenario with really decent pay and is a company she'd worked for herself in the past. We discussed it, and she called back about 15 minutes later having spoken with the person I'd be interviewing with and it sounds marvelous. I also returned a call to another placement coordinator who found my resume on careerbuilder (she initially called on Tuesday when I was spending the afternoon at BHFT- it was my first phone call taken in a bathroom. I'd vowed never to be on my phone in a bathroom, but I am once again desperately in the job market) and wants to put me forward for a full-time, 3 month possibly to hire position for what sounds like a great company- though up in Vancouver. Whatever. So by the time I left that wretched bus stop with its nonstop semis and traffic and no shelter, I was practically buoyant. Unfortunately, the whole process had taken so long I could no longer have lunch with evannichols as planned.

Some other positives from yesterday and anticipated for today:

✪ I decided to buy my own dyes so that I can proceed with my yarn dyeing without being reliant on my friend. In doing a search to see if Fabric Depot had the brand he'd recommended, I came across a web page that had a set of 6 color starter set of specific acid dyes for yarns for $24.99. The yarn company pinged for me, and I remembered that my mother had given me a $25 gift certificate for a yarn company and I'd not used it yet (because $25 doesn't actually go all that far in terms of purchasing yarn for anything other than a hat/socks/scarf)... same company!! So I bought them. There was much elation.
✪ Later in the afternoon, I was invited to come along on a walk with evannichols and sanguinity. The weather and company were delightful. There was much talk of zombies and zombie-killing devices, and martial arts. And evannichols was only punched once!
✪ I scored a personal best, point-wise, playing online boggle: 49.
✪ I meant to get up at my usual time this morning, but was so tired I reset my alarm to get up at 7:21 so I could be at the plasma center by 8:00. I did reset it, but then closed the phone without saving it. I'll go in at 9 o'clock instead. Those who've been following me for a while will remember my grousing when trying to donate in Harrisonburg, but this place is literally 2½ blocks from the house. Before, I was stuck with a bus system that only went to the plasma center once an hour, so that was where the timesuck happened if I failed on the iron count. Here there's no problem with that, but… they don't take appointments. So the timesuck is reliant on how many other people are there in front of you. But I have not just one but two new books to read, and knitting projects out the wazoo. I'll be fine in terms of self-entertainment.
✪ I may just be ready to start up jogging again. I did well for several weeks, then things went south and north and south and north and I went back to the easier option: isometric exercise in the form of remembered Pilates stuff at home in my room. But some cardio would do me good.

This got long. My dream life is also out of control, but that's par for the course. My mother had showed up so many times in my dreams that I emailed her to touch base. For now, however, I really need to get a move on!