Okay, Tim Curry in the 80s. Rawr.
All righty then.
So, life is mixed. On Thursday the 5th, I called my pals at Unemployment. Oh, answer these questions. Ah, you're still not working. Extension until mid-August! Score! Then this morning, I put in for a check and their computer spits out, oh no, you've exhausted your benefits. WTF???!!??!?
So now I have to call them again, and of course they are busy, fast busy signals. Gaah.
But there are also a lot of job calls suddenly. I am guessing that one of the sites where I am listed ( www.dice.com
) must have offered some sort of a May special. It's all centered around May, and these recruiters all seem to say that they found my name on Dice.
Prospects but nothing concrete yet, of course. And prospects don't pay the bills.
As for weight loss and working out, that's also less than optimal. I gained a pound since last week. Thank you so much, experiment in eating more calories so that the fitness tracker stops screaming at me. I am still continuing with the experiment, it'll end at the end of the month, but this is annoying and dispiriting. My measurements are meh, some slightly up, some down. My calves are slightly firmer, I suppose. This does nothing toward getting me back into size 12s.
"Hey baby, I dig your hot calves!" I do not hear this too often.
I walked a good 25 miles this week and went to my gym 3 times. Part of the walking/jogging included a 5k that totally was not a 5k. We did it for brain tumor research (God, that's an awful disease to have) and the course was absolutely not laid out long enough, as Mr. J and I both got honkin' amazing PRs that had no basis in reality. Others also said they felt the course wasn't long enough. I am guessing, based upon my usual speeds, around 2.85 or 2.95 miles, as opposed to 3.1. I mean, I did it in 36:10 (they did not have an official timekeeper; this was by Mr. J's watch). Since my best before that was 38:12, when I weighed a good 24 lbs. less than I do now, well, no. That was so NOT a 5k. But it was nice, and our finisher medals look like dog tags so we are all set if there is a scene of M*A*S*H ever filmed here - we can be extras.
I am going back to the gym today, and I am going to call my friends at the Commonwealth and try not to turn purple as I explain to them that they TOLD me I had an extension, so couldja please enter that stuff properly into the computer already???
And I also wait for news for a relative, who needs treatment (I am being deliberately vague about this but it is not a happy disease - not a brain tumor, though) and so that is tossing me on edge some more.
And I am workin' on my hot calves.