It's been two weeks of interesting. And it's been exhausting.
I crashed my car, interviewed for a job, and helped my neighbors move.
The car survived, mostly. I did too. Muscle injuries, which is nothing new for me. Stagehands have scars in their muscles, they see so many of those injuries.
I got offered the job pending the results of a background check. I warned them the background check was, um, a fascinating read; I was told that if it was no more than the types of charges I told them about I'd be ok. So, waiting.
The neighbors moved. I helped. 54 days of clearing the filth out of the house they bought and 1 day of moving their stuff in. I was paid in designer clothes, bought at Clotheshorse Anonymous (great little consignment shop in Dallas). Stunning Halston silk one-shoulder top (new with tags) being the big prize for the day.
I am tired y'all. I'm off to go krogering.