I fell asleep at 5:30 this morning, after all of last night's exhausting excitement. I promptly woke up at 9:30, bleary-eyed and miserable. It took me two hours of reading to fall asleep again, but it happened, and I stayed under the covers until 3:30 pm. So, I got eight hours of sleep, but in two separate blocks, which is suboptimal under the best of circumstances, let alone where you are thisclose to licking a cold. Lack of sleep is probably what put me in the path of the "rhino" in the first place (that, plus over-zealousness at the gym and everyone's sudden, charming proclivity to COUGH WITHOUT EVEN ATTEMPTING TO COVER THEIR MOUTHS).
So I woke up, shrugged at missing the entire bright, blustery day and listened to myself on the podcast/recording of the 2.5 hour (!) call-in show and cringed. I talked too fast, didn't enunciate and otherwise didn't do anywhere near as well as I had initially thought-- but yes, yes, we are our own worst critics and I get that
a) no one else cares
b) it probably wasn't THAT awful.
I had to set up old laptop speakers to hear anything effectively. Either there is something wrong with Panda's sleek, over-priced mac or the sound quality of bloggy radio isn't the greatest, who knows. I knew I had laundry to do, so I couldn't wait with my ear hovering over a laptop. I did four loads of it, while Panda tsk-tsked at how over-exerting myself was NOT going to help me recuperate...but this laundry isn't going to do itself. And as much as I'd love it if he helped, I know he's stressed at work and fatigued...and it feels weird to ask him to do stuff when I'm unemployed. I immediately think, "you have no job! you have no excuse!" and then I tuck my tail between my legs and feel bad about getting laid off, not being able to pay all my bills AND not being a good housewife. Goody!
I've revamped what I'm looking for and lowered my salary expectations to half of what I made last year. Here's hoping I find something, and soon. Then I can yell at Panda to do laundry. Yes.
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