Unable to come to the phone ...

We ordered DSL. It's supposed to work on Monday after 6 p.m.

A few days ago, our phone line stopped working. They said they'd get someone out as soon as they could. A guy came around 1 p.m. yesterday and left, saying he'd be back in about an hour. Mmm-hmm. Haven't seen him.

Today we set up the DSL to see if it works. Guess you don't have to have a working phone line to use DSL. I don't quite get that, but, hey - internet access!

Hiatus

Not that this entry signifies an upcoming hiatus, but rather marks a hiatus in my day. Yesterday I left work at 8:30 p.m., after struggling alongside the great jjg (who utterly needs a cape) to finish the RFP. This morning we come in and pounce into it some more:
I don't have the Fedex tracking number for Main Package
-> now its delivery is confirmed.
He didn't have the correct Executive Summary. (He was told to use something else.)
-> Both hard and virtual copies have been received. *crowing of the me who used switchboard.com to find the phone number to get the fax*
The delivery of Second Package seemed to be delayed according to fedex.com.
-> Thanks again to switchboard.com, a quick call ensured that it did, indeed, make it on time.

So now I need to keep working on the database of contact info, dun the guys for their receipts, finish rh's expense report (and not dun him as his receipts are all in), folderize some PPM-like things (which aren't, but are like), and try to get to jjg's computer space so I can input those PPM-like things into the big happy database.

Also, I think I will have a lunch today, involving picking up my check and depositing it (at the same intersection! yay cities!) as well as munching some lovely pizza created for me by my super-extra-loverly husband for whom I continue to ache.

Oh, and thinking of what aminal-types to make of balloons this evening in the JC room.

Resume flustering effectively.

Lovely, lovely

I adore this site on etymology.

My father is home from the hospital after a stroke last Sunday.

I have this nice job for the following two weeks and an interview tomorrow for a help desk job which is closer and better-paying.

Most holy Theotokos, save us!

Frothy *is* a technical term

"All upward legs in the stock market get frothy because investors lose sight of value."

My brain is slightly mushy.

trembly

Mistakes today: hung up on caller while learning how to transfer to voicemail; printed over 100 color copies on the wrong paper.

Talked to one of my bosses about how he's going to get me drugs. He didn't follow through. He seems interesting enough, or at least interested; we talked about Eastern Orthodoxy v. Eastern Rite.

Other than that I've been bored out of my mind, and worried about Papa.

Yperagia Theotoke, soson imas. Thank you for the Paraklesis this morning. The words and melodies have been flooding through my head all day.

An evening with the Guggs

"Couples don't take up as much room as ordinary people: they're collapsible. No, I mean it: they nest!"
- Elisabeth

"I'm allergic to blatant eggs."
- Magda

Elisabeth, having decided we need more salsa, opens a new bottle of Pace. I hold the small bowl for her, thinking she has a strategy for not pouring out a full half of the bottle at once. She doesn't. Hence, salsa fountain. G'night!

JOB

I have one, starting Monday. Even though Monday is Columbus Day.

'Scuse. Have to go look at pretty numbers, and decide which horse to buy now that I'm rich.

Regressive progression

Magda: What does the name 'Robert' mean?
Photios: Bob.
Virgil: Sled.
Photios: Rosebud.

basketball tryouts

Today was, again, mostly cleaning. The kitchen and bathroom are vastly improved. The bedroom, formerly Swamp of Clothing, is also drastically changed. I cleaned two things thoroughly (with Lysol): the dustpan which had been fermenting leaves outside and the plastic kitchen trash can which had been ... well, just fermenting.

No news on the LandA front. Two possibilities at Manpower, which I postponed until tomorrow. I guess I'll call LandA and if I can't reach her, I'll accept a Manpower thing ... which, naturally, requires an interview. *sigh*

Tonight was girls' basketball tryouts at St. Vasilios in Peab'dy. There were 16 little girls on my half of the gym (15 trying out and one helping and having a ball). Only four or five were what you might call good; the others made me understand certain drawings of children, like the ones in the Roald Dahl books. Hands and feet simply tossed around with the ball, then a gasp of hope over whether the ball goes were it was willed to go.

My nose is still cold. Happy October!

cross your fingers ...

Early this morning, L&A emailed me, saying she'd gotten my resume and "your resume is as impressive as your testing scores!" *squirm of happy almost-job-ness*

Called in the morning: she was in a meeting. Left message with person.

Called in the afternoon: left more detailed voice mail.

She called later. She was working from home today; was I still interested in the position she'd told me about before? (Um, yeah!?) They'd like to see me. (I'm not doing anything besides waiting for you, so *yes* I'm available Wednesday.) She'll call back about what time on Wednesday they'd like to see me. Downtown Boston, here I come again. Now ... there's a black blazer which needs something complementary to suit up my lower half.

Also, I was extremely productive today: got two more boxes thoroughly sorted out of the living room, cleaned out the horrid days-old dishes and glasses. Attacked the bedroom by making the bed and hanging up a few clothes. Made bread while running the dishwasher. Beat the Blue Sorceress in the software version of Magic: The Gathering. (These things are important, too!) Replaced a lightbulb. Cleaned half the bathroom, including the mirror, sink, counter, and toilet. Was going to put in the toggle bolt things, but I'll need to borrow a drill as the holes are not quite large enough. I want that other dowel to go up! Who puts up dowels without finding the studs first!? Crazy apartment-builders. I wonder how long the dowel will last before someone stumbles on it and pulls down the entire bathroom wall. Won't *that* be fun!

Always an optimist. Are you there, God? It's me, jobless Magda....

P.S. Oh, and I made brownies. There's half a batch left. If I have help getting rid of them, I'd have to make more.

THIS IS A HINT!

shopping and singing

Last night I went to the rehearsal of the Romanian Orthodox choir. We decided to wear white shirts and black skirts/pants. This meant that this morning I stole Elisabeth and we two and Virgil went to Filene's Basement. Didn't find anything there, so we went downstairs to Marshalls. Remembered I had a white shirt, but found a purple shirt, black skirt, and ... other skirt. There was chocolate, and we went home.

Another rehearsal, at which it was decided we needed black shirts. After vespers, we scrambled home to find my black shirt. Luckily it was in the trunk, which means it was clean.

Then we had the IOCC concert. There was limeade and dessert afterwards. Lovely icons to look at. Racing through the rain with Virgil and Anthony to bring home treats to Elisabeth. Yay Elisabeth!

jobs, shopping, and walking

Elisabeth rocks. Not only did she drive me to the T, but she made me feel better the whole day through. And she liked my green suit which makes me feel like a large green linebacker. (Oh, the horror of shoulderpads.)

Interview with first staffing agency: nice people, normal staffing agency.

Interview with second staffing agency: we RIP apart my resume, she making lots of suggestions, demands, and challenges; I counter with high user scores on software tests and 72 wpm with perfect accuracy; she tells me about Filene's basement and offers herself as a resource of information; I say I'll bring brownies. I like these people. She would like nuts. In her brownies, that is.

Went to Filene's Basement and spent more than I should have, and more than they initially tried to charge me. Would that I could go back to sixth-grade science in which you got extra credit for honesty! Nice black blazer, nice red sleeveless knit thing to go under, dubious black (tuxedo!) pants which fit me but perhaps don't go with the blazer.

Filene's Basement connects directly to the T at Downtown Crossing. Took the Red Line to the Green Line. Tried to find the D-Green Line to Riverside: went up the stairs, down the stairs, up the stairs, down the stairs, up the stairs, down the stairs, looked just a little further and found it in the place I was originally in. Grr. Walked from Brookline Hills instead of Brookline Village. Discovered they were not really walking shoes and now I am in better shape.

Home: turned down a job from staffing agency number one of this morning; updated resume until I was convinced I should hire me; blogged. Now to change for chapel and whatever else my husband wants.

No, not that. Probably learning Byzantine chant in Romanian. Not as juicy. "But much better," he adds. I guess I'll keep him.