Monday,
January 12, 2004
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. . .
On Saturday, Lyndon got a note from the Texas Workforce Commission saying that they found him a job and could he please call them ASAP? Considering that unemployment offices are not known for providing, how shall we say, appropriate jobs, he was understandably dubious about the whole thing.
And then he called this morning -- the job has to do with calibrating computer equipment, and required knowledge of Wi-Fi and other stuff that he can do in his sleep. "My God, I thought it would be digging ditches or something," he said to me, amazed. So he's going to apply for it -- even if it pays bubkes, chances are it'll be more than his unemployment insurance, it would get him out of the house AND it would be something in the interim while he's looking for a better-paid position. Will wonders never cease?
Apart from that,
nothing much is happening on the homefront. I skipped dance class because I
was just too tired, and went to the B&N in Stonebriar Mall instead to write
(Lyndon had a leathercrafting project going on in the kitchen, and I wanted
to give him the evening in which to finish it -- he feels guilty if he gets
the place messy with crafts while I'm there, sweet lad that he is). I didn't
put any changes up there in the box because they were pretty much antiwords
-- I did some editing here and there on PHARAOH (but at least I'm working on
it again!), and tweaked the belly dancing school scene so that it matches the
rest of the plot. I'm actually starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel,
and it's a beautiful sight, my friends.