I guess I'll start by saying I got the job. I think I'm going to like it. It's killing my back and legs, because I'm on my feet all day and I must wear flats. Can you imagine? Me in flats? Me neither, but there it is.
I've been angry over the last few days. I'll talk about that another day; I'm still trying to sort it out and find words for it all without breaking anyone's anonymity. I will say that Sunshine is angry too, and we're not angry at each other. As usual, we stand united. Perhaps even more united than usual.
Yesterday was productive on a personal level. I finally got around to all the housework that has been ignored since I crashed my car. I spent around 6.5 hours cleaning and doing laundry yesterday, and I live in less than 250 square feet. Yes, it was really that bad. @Reshaud has decided I am a horrible maid. He's right, I've been horrible at maid-ing since the crash.
Speaking of the crash--I am OK. My nose still hurts, and the friction burn from the airbag is itching like mad as it heals. My neck and back are finally loosening up. Thank you to a very sweet angel of a bandmate named Cathi, for her thoughtful gift of a cornfilled heatingpad pad.
Now I'm off tio get ready for work.