The good, the bad, and the ugly.

We'll start with the ugly:

Yesterday morning, I fell down our stairs. Yep. It wasn't all of them, but I still did some damage. I slipped on the very top step, went airborne (think cartoon-ish situation), and landed on the 4th step down and the landing. It wouldn't have been too bad, except my lower back made the first contact with the edge of the step. My lower back is already screwed, and that little mishap didn't exactly help my situation. I ended up at Urgent Care, where Dr. Brown told me I had blunt force trauma and muscle stiffness. No shit, Doc. He gave me some good drugs and sent me home.

The bad: Bob is leaving tomorrow for his "fake deployment." He deploys (for real) all the time. Now, not only does he real deploy, he fake deploys as well. Basically, there are people in the military who will NEVER deploy. Finance people, office people, on-base people. Tomorrow, those people are being "deployed" so they'll know what to do should they ever be deployed. EXCEPT THEY WILL NEVER ACTUALLY DEPLOY. Bob is the pilot for their "mission" so he has to go sit in ______, Georgia, for 5 days. It's just pure bullshit.

Now for the good: The amazing actually. I'd like to say thank you to everyone who thought happy, job offering thought to me. I GOT THE JOB!!! My absolute dream job. They called and offered on Thursday, and I accepted immediately, with a start date of February 11. YAY!!!!

Professional Job Hunter.

So. Since I've been in Charlotte, I won't tell you how many jobs I've applied for, mainly because I haven't kept count. Lately, I've felt like a professional interviewee. I've been to several interviews with no job offer following (not counting the sub position, which technically I never really interviewed for... I just knew the right person).

Today, I had another interview. For my all time dream job. The job that I've been searching for since I left college and a job for which no one else would be more perfect. And it went really really well. I'm trying not to get too excited, because I've been here before. Sitting in front of a job that I thought I wanted, that I thought I'd be perfect for, that I thought I had in the bag. Only to get a rejection.

So. Please think happy, job offering thoughts for me.

If you can't tell, I'm working through these life decisions one at a time (completely unintentionally). Got the dog. Need the job to get the car. Vegas to celebrate. Foot surgery to repair additional damage done from walking all over Vegas. Life complete.