2004-07-13 - 11:58 a.m.
Too busy by half at work. When I’m not working, I’m doing research on nutrition and fitness. I’m tired of this whole pudgy Bootkiller thing, and I want to find the right combination of exercise and diet that will make me look like Jet Li or Jackie Chan.
(BTW, you ever see “Fist of Legend”? Jet Li doing three-finger pushups and one-arm chinups. Dang.)
One of the steps on our deck has rotted out. We thought it was termites, but it turned out to be just water damage. Now I’ve got to figure out some time to scrape away the rotted wood, fill in some of the gaps with Bondo, and cut the new step to size. Never mind that it’s beastly hot outside, and I’ve got this enthusiastic but highly unskilled helper. (No, Professor, put down the drill… no, step away from the saw… you want a cookie? Cookie? No? Okay, we’ll go inside and play in the tub some more.)
J’s got a line on a job that will let her work from home. More money, greater flexibility, and less mileage on the car. It also means no playing toss-the-baby twice a week. All she has to do now is talk to the owner of the company and work out the details.
I’m on tenterhooks waiting for an interview for a bilingual supervisor’s position. It’s been a month since I applied; took them three weeks to get back to me. I’ve gotten to the interview phase; just a matter of finding out when it is. In preparation, I’ve gotten my suit tailored, and I’m going to get a manicure, haircut, new shoes, and a new tie. The “Queer Eye” approach to interviews. We were considering a new suit, but since tailoring is so much cheaper and I don’t wear suits much, it wasn’t worth it. (Just for fun, I tried on suits at Brooks Brothers. Oh my. I learned more about suits and what makes a good suit in 15 minutes than I’d learned my while life. It was like test-driving Mercedes Benzes: you know you can’t afford then, but it’s so great to sit in one and dream…)
The Professor has hit the “exploding brain” phase of her development. She’s staring to talk now, averaging about one new word a day. She’s a real book freak, likes TV a little too much, and has surprising tastes in music. Classic honky-tonk country, ska, Latin rock freakouts, electronica, opera, you name it, she’ll shake her diaper to it. It’s heartening. (It’s also heartening when she grabs the videotape of “Fists of Fury” and wants to watch it. She’s never seen it; I guess she thinks it’s Teletubbies or something, but still, there’s this little thrill. My baby’s gonna be badass...)
So, that’s life… trying to stay cool, trying to work out as much as possible, and keep my body confused, and trying to feed my daughter’s developing brain.
(Update: just got the call for the interview. Friday at 10 AM. Wish me luck!)
