oy vey, diary.

there's a lot to talk about.

i had a job interview today at a big famous company. not that that means much. i mean, already work at a big famous company, so that's not special. but this particular big famous company that i interviewed at is famous for being like, the best place to work ever.

so anyway. had that today. not sure how it went. okay, i think. one of the guys i met with was sort of a tool who treated it like a pop quiz and asked me all kinds of questions i didn't know the answers to. because they had nothing to do with writing. which is, you know, what i was interviewing for.

but anyway. so that was interesting. it was odd to have an interview at a company that's so great and still sort of not be sure if i'd want the job. where i work is pretty damn awesome, even if my specific role is stressful and shitty at the moment.

also, another big famous company which all of you have probably bought something from at least once, has asked to fly me up to seattle for an interview. they're shooting for 6/8, but we'll see what happens. it's a weird situation because the job is definitely something i could do, but it would provide almost no real challenge, the product doesn't excite me as much as where i work now, and so on the surface i can't find a single reason i'd want the job. on the other hand, they'd relocate me to seattle and i am desperate to find a way out of this area and into one where we could actually own a home relatively soon.

so yeah. all of that is going on. no idea how it will turn out.

and i've started embroidering. i started with a little kit that i got from this awesome website and now i can't stop. i want to own like, every transfer pattern ever made by anyone in the history of embroidery. and i want to make ten meeeelion tea towels. and pillowcases. and and and...what else is ok to embroider without being tacky?

anyhow. i have no idea what i'll do with all of them. but that's not the point, i s'pose.

my boy's birthday is coming up in a few days. i want to buy him wonderful things and shower him with love and presents and throw a big huge party and fly to paris for birthday cake on the eiffel tower. instead, i will maybe be able to afford a small gift, and we'll walk across the street to the pub with some friends and have a pint or something.

these things are always so much grander in my mind.

the house is such a friggin mess, you guys. honestly, it's like, gross. and i don't want to clean it but the cleaners are coming tomorrow and as insane as it sounds, that means we have to clean tonight. those of you with housecleaners know exactly what i'm talking about. i know they're here to clean, and i'm happy to let them scrub the stove, mop the floors, vaccuum, dust, fold my towels up all pretty, and make those cute little pointy things on the end of the toilet paper.

what i'm not ok with is having them walk in and see the dishes that are literally starting to grow mold, the laundry that's scattered all over every piece of funiture in the house, the mail and paperwork that covers every flat surface, and the random crap that's just thrown everywhere. for some reason, that's just too much for me. feel free to stick your hand in the toilet where we poop and scrub away! but i'd die of embarrassment if you saw how sloppy i am with my clean laundry.

whatever. cleaning before the maid gets here is not even the most nonsensical thing i do, so i'll just let that go.

i really need a nap. i'm a little afraid that if i take one now, i'll just sleep through until like 4 am and then be wide awake.

but it's a risk i'm willing to take. so i'll see you guys on the flip side.