Ladies and Gentlemen, a minor miracle has occurred! I have cleaned my apartment!!!! It has been over four months (gag, cough) since I cleaned this dustbowl!! But there’s nothing like an impending visit from your Mother to get your shit together in a hurry!! She had mentioned in passing that she might come by today to see the birds, but then she didn’t say anything else . . . until LAST NIGHT!!! She texted me, and I was like Holy God, I am going to have to go into cray-cray mode to get this place clean, but by God, I DID IT!!! The toilet is scrubbed, as are the sinks and counters, the mirrors are gleaming, all of the surfaces have been washed clean of dust, the rugs vacuumed and the floors washed. Fuck, I even made the bed!!! Andddd I have a broken fibro back to prove it! But godDAMN it feels good to have a clean house!!!!!!! I need to have a visitor at least once a month so that I do this shit, because I think it’s good for my mental health!!
In other, not so satisfying news, I did NOT get the job that I interviewed for last week. I have had a couple of down, panicked days. I have other irons in the fire, but no other interviews scheduled. This job search has been really a challenge to my mental health, let me tell you. I have had to contend with some suicidal ideation and finally yesterday I just said LOOK! You are going to LIVE! You are going to live through this somehow!! Because you can’t commit suicide and hurt your loved ones like that!! So I have decided to live, no matter how hard and sucky and painful.
After Mom leaves I will get back to the job search hot and heavy. I think I need to apply for more jobs in Denver, even though that commute would be a huge hardship. There just aren’t enough jobs in my area to apply for. Also I will be going to the Workforce Center Monday morning for counseling to see if they have any ideas as far as Internships in Security. It’s worth a try.
Well my friends I hope your week is progressing well. Say “Hi” in the Comments if the spirit moves you, you know I love to hear from you. Peach out for now, BPOF!