So Jamie is now "totally addicted" to Battlestar Galactica.

I feel so alone. So alone in my nonBSGishness....

anyone with me? anyone? Bueller??

OK, slight bitchfest ahead about the car. I think I just have a few nerves since I got called in for a second interview this afternoon with the other two owners of the company, but I think some miffed-ness is valid too.

So, car went in and got the water pump replaced on Friday. Told there was a pump leak. Coolant light had been on, and coolant light was off once fixed. YAY.

But! We get the car back and Matt noticed a wet floor on the passenger side on Sunday. Well, it's raining, and I'd been riding on that side so I figured it was from my boots. Then today I notice my purse is damp from sitting on the floor. No one had been on that side of the car, so I check it out. A nice big wet spot is under the floormat. SOAKED. The mat itself is just damp. No sign of leakage from the sunroof and no wetness on the seat. Hmmmm.

I use my hand and it seems clear. But when I rub it there are suds and film. I call Saturn anyway and was told there is "no way" this "can be related" to the pump. OK. They say a sunroof clog can cause water to run under the car, which could be true. *shrug*

Well, I decide to go use a light towel and sure enough, the fluid is red. Before I make another call, I open the hood and check the coolant which is, waddia know, almost empty and red.

I call Saturn back and the dude seems miffed too. Slightly, but I can hear it. Matt will bring it in on Thursday b/c I leave tomorrow for TX. In the meantime the tech says to put water in the coolant reservoir and not drive much.

I don't anticipate issues, but I fear them after our Oakland incident. I won't be having that again. I'm no expert and I'm open to them explaining things to me, however, given what I do know I find it hard to believe this is unrelated to the last issue or fix. We'll see if they stick to that once the car is in. I do not believe this was occurring before the fix---I think this because I put my purse on that spot all the time and it was not wet until today. Anyway.

And now to ready for the next interview! She said to prepare to talk wages, so, I think this is good. Letting go of frustration, and letting in good energy.. ~*~*~*~*~*

BYE!

Oh, productive day.

Really, this is just a boring account of what I did, but I feel like accounting it, so there!

Started bright and early with coffee and an interview at 9am. I must say, I kicked some ass at the interview today. Once again I felt great and on top of my game. I hit it off right away with the first woman who interviewed me and it only got better with the others from there. I was led to believe this is almost a done deal and that I will be getting an offer, but nothing is a done deal until it's done, so I am going to be hopefully but not set my heart on it.

Matt tried to help me prep this morning but I was all nerves. I'm glad I have the ability to get my cool before I need it, though. Knowing nerves just hurt in the moment, I can focus my way out of them. But I was all jitters before I left since I really wanted a shot at this one! His big hug before I headed out the door helped a lot too, though.

So yeah, I interviewed with the HR lady who'd be my direct boss, the fiscal person who I would report to sometimes, and one of the owners. The office is located in a great location downtown and I could take the train almost directly to the door! Keep your fingers crossed!

Then I hit downtown to return a sweater and found some COMFY PJ's. I love new pajamas!

THEN I dealt with the never-ending Blue Cross issues piling up. They appear to be DEALT with and DONE, but we'll see. Can insurance companies be bigger bitches? I think not.

Onto making appointments. One tomorrow with the hormone doc. Then gluten beginning this weekend, then a consult, then the big day. I have such an odd array of emotion surrounding this. It's funny because it's "ok" if I harm myself by choice, but to be told to do so pisses me off. I nibble off bread because I want it is fine, but being given the green light for 4 weeks brings me to tears. Part of it is knowing for 4 weeks I am going to be ill. I'll ache and itch and look like a dark-circle eyed blowfish. And then I am actually nervous to be tested! What if it's something? What if it's not? There's no winning answer to either of those. The win will be when I feel good again, normal again, and I need to keep my sights set there. It's 8 weeks out until I am recovering, and probably 12 until I am better. Much better. In time for spring!

Then I went apartment hunting because what better way to continue the day? I was on a roll and waddia know, Matt and I put in applications for a nice 2bdrm this evening. Move in date Feb 15th. It's really nice to have that done.

Continuing on with the productivity, I projected our finances out through Sept when our new lease will be up. Boy does that feel good. I started to get all anxious with car trouble and a move on our plate but then decided to look at the big picture. It's part of my trying to maintain perspective, and it works! So I dedicated an hour and now I have no more fear.

And finally, working on blog/wiki stuffs as I update. And getting info for our cat.

I don't know if I could have done more today. In between all of that I cooked, did laundry, and even hit the gym. I feel great!

I dunno, I guess I was on such a high from interviewing and feeling like I found someplace I *want* to work, I just kept moving. Sometimes I just like getting things done. It feels clean. And, um, feels like I am in control. In this case I feel like I conquered tasks that actually needed to be cared for, though. Not my "create shit to do just to be in control of it" behavior of that past. Hmmm, I like this.

Tomorrow is my last full day in Portland and then I'll be in texas. Yeehaw!

What to pack?