I officially must live in the ghetto now. My neighbors have just gutted their window, put up cardboard and an in-room air conditioner (a la Kramer)…I want to be a Live and Let Live gal…but I don’t think I’ll be able to.
We have a run in the morning that should perk me up, but meanwhile…It’s 106 here in sunny California, and per usual, the a.c. has been cranking all day. Yesterday, my STBEX (Soon-To-Be-Ex) turned on my a.c. for me as a favor while I was taking my PE test in Sacramento. At 10pm, it was still 80 degrees in my house. Finally, I saw…he left open the boys’ bedroom window. All day.
Next up: I made it to the interview panel for a Home Ec-Activities Director position in my district. I am planning on bringing chocolate dipped strawberries to the occasion. I have a yellow and white Mossimo dress (Target $17), a leather white purse, nice shoes. I will be getting nails and a pedi for Thursday. I can’t actually go in their in my PE teaching gear. I’m considering pearls, but don’t want to go over the top. So, do I bring in the strawberries? If they eat them, it will be like, *Yeah, she was good, but not as good as ****. Hey let’s eat the strawberries anyway. I’m so sick of interviewing, that I actually applied to Apple. Yes, I own 5 iPods, so somehow I should have some kind of an *in*.
The trifecta of crap: Lost my marriage, lost my job, losing my house. Somehow…I’m okay. I’m grateful at least that I get to run tomorrow.