So I took the weekend to "think about" the offer from Friday, confident in my decision to turn it down.  That feeling intensified when I got an email from another place about the interview I had earlier in the month that I thought I hit out of the park asking me to call them to discuss their hiring process.  Of course I'll call.

Yeah, that phone call did not go as positively as I expected it to and you could tell it was going that way right off the bat.  So I turned down one job, and didn't get the offer I thought I might on the other.  Whoops. 

Which makes me feel a little more foolish about saying no elsewhere, but considering I had already made that decision before I had the second phone call I guess I shouldn't.  I also set up another interview for next week, and am still hoping to hear back from another interview from last week, so it's not like there's not hope for me out there.  It just sucks not hearing what I thought I'd hear. 

Throw in a crappy, wet ride this morning and this Monday has shaped up for shit.  So I'm gonna go home, drink a whiskey, and watch GoT.  That should take care of things.

Current beer-scale: 8.8


4 years ago that would've been a big "hell yes."

Got an offer for another job today, with a starting salary a few bucks below what I'm already earning now.  Add in that vacation started at two weeks and I wouldn't be getting the occasional stipend for teaching and that is a disappointing offer.

Oh well, still an ego boost to get one.  But I've convinced myself that as unhappy as I am currently, I'm not just jumping to the first branch that becomes available if it's not the right one.  I can wait another few weeks for more interesting interviews to pan out.  This one took 2.5 months start to finish, might end up with great timing if any of these other recent ones pan out with other offers.

Current beer-scale: 9.1 & beer's in the fridge!



Got right-hooked into the curb this AM by a guy not paying attention as he passed me to whip into a parking spot.  I stopped to make a mental note of the renovation company ads on the truck and call the guy a fuckface and went on with my day.  Unfortunately I can't find a phone number for the place on the ads so I can't call up and call him a cunt as well.  Too bad.

I have a follow up phone call to make regarding an interview at an Evanston non-profit and I'm not sure I want to make it.  I'm pretty unhappy at the office today and if I actually get an offer from somewhere else I'm going to have a hard time saying no. 

So the day has not shaped up well at all.  Let's just get to the weekend at this point.

Current beer-scale: 6.8


More follow up

So it's cold as hell this morning and my finger fucking hurts.  Good times.

I had a follow up today to make sure everything is coming together well.  And it is, but I did get fitted for a new splint and some velcro supports so it heals more properly.
It turns out I have a "closed fracture of shaft of proximal phalax" on my left pinkie.  Apparently if it scars too much the finger will heal but stay in more of a curled position than it should. All I care about is that I have to wear the splint at night for another 4 weeks but can try to see how it goes with it off more during the day.  Great.
So I don't feel bad for riding this week, and as long as it warms up I'll be in good shape.  It's late April for fuck's sake, let's get out of the 30's once in a while.

Current beer-scale: 8.1


fuck it, let's ride

Broken finger and all, it's going to be 70 degrees today.  If I didn't ride today, I wouldn't be riding again any time soon.  So bring it on Monday.
Current beer-scale: 6.9


What the shit, spring?

the view off our patio this AM
You have got to be fucking kidding me. 

And it's damn difficult to type with a broken finger.

Current beer-scale: 7.8 & beer's in the fridge


Why didn't I learn my lesson

I'm sitting in a garage trying not to doze off before it's time to walk to my second interview today. Apparently I didn't learn anything the last time I said no more two interview days.

At least the first interview was in the AM at UChicago, one I'm really interested in.  I brought the enthusiasm and it seemed to go well. And parking downtown let me meet the write for lunch between.

But all I wanted to do at lunch was chug a beer,  and all I want tip do now is go to sleep.  It's cold I'm tired and I don't really care about this job.  Oh well they can't all be winners.

So I'll listen to the radio for a couple more minutes,  gut this interview out,  and Jane several beers when we're all finally home tonite.

Current beer-scale: 9.1 and staying high


great, more owwwwww

Yeah, got t-boned by an oncoming car turning left this morning.  I don't know how, but I'm actually not too bad.  I haven't checked the bike closely but that seemed fine somehow too. 

I did ask for an ambulance to get called though, b/c at that point I was pretty pissed...

Here's the view from the squad car (the officer was a good guy, walked me into the hospital so I'd get checked quicker):
Here's the familiar sight of me kicking back in the ER waiting to hear about the xray:
Here's a small bruise forming that had me worried I did officially break my hand:
And here's my pinkie in a splint thanks to a small fracture:
Big picture things could have been much worse.  I'm not in a lot of pain, I can still swim on Sunday since I don't have a cast, and I have an excuse to stay home now anyway.  Plus, I didn't get drugs so I can drink tonite.  And I will. 

Current beer-scale:  off the damn charts


You're early

but that's okay I'm prepared.

I've been looking for a chance to renew my expired license and take a bike in for a pre-good weather tune up, so when I set up a phone interview for 9:30 this morning it seemed like a good day to play hooky and get some stuff done.

Got off to a bit of a rocky start when the interviewer called half an hour early but luckily I was already set up and had had a coffee already. Apparently I did okay since they've already emailed about setting up an in-person interview next week. Sounds like I might be juggling a pair of interviews again on Monday, oh boy.

So in the meantime I made some meatballs and tried to get mentally ready to go back to the office for another day. Ugh. I think the whiskey's coming out to meet dinner tonite.

Current beer-scale: 7.6


a serious case

of "I don't give a shit"-itis. 

I heard back in the negative for a job late yesterday and while I wasn't disappointed I admit I as a little surprised.  I wasn't overly interested in the job but believed the interview went well and thought I would hear a more positive response.  Getting a "no" takes a difficult decision out of my hands but I was still caught off-guard.

It would have been difficult b/c I admit, the any port in a storm perspective is sounding more and more appealing.  I've completely soured on where I am right now and if I was presented with another option, even if it wasn't my top choice, I'd have a difficult time saying no. 

Which is not a good headspace to be in, b/c at this point my next interview is going to feel like it's life or death.  Not a feeling that helps keep things on an even keel.  But at least I get to take a day off to do the interview.  Now I just have to not completely blow it.

Current beer-scale: 9.9.  Buried the needle, Ray.


GQ I am not

Apparently I'm blowing people's minds wearing an unlined jacket around the office two days in a row.  It's still in the 30's outside but if I wear an extra layer it's newsworthy.

C'mon people, it's an unlined cotton blazer, it's barely a step up from a shirt and tie.  Read a magazine once in a while.

Current beer-scale: 9.5 and can't wait for an interview next week.


The terrible two's

Because party or no, you've gotta give the boy something to open on his actual birthday.
Current beer-scale: 7.6 & drinkin' in bed