Overqualified...?

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Btw I went to my interview at the hospital, but understood fairly quickly that I wasn't going to get the position.

DARNIT!

She said that I was overqualified for the job, but that they had a research project going that I might be of use to, so she would hand over my papers to the doctor in charge. So my fingers will cramp up from all the crossing...but hopefully I'll get a new job before I get arthritis??

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Handyman holdup

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UPDATE: he has arrived! They called at about 12:30 PM, and he got here about 1. I am SO PSYCHED to hide the chaos in the hall!!!

...of course just now all the chaos is in my bed, to give him room to work...

I better remember to re-hang everything before bed, or tonight will be a sofasleeping night, lol...

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Having a housewife-y day today. Laundry, kitchen duty, mild de-cluttering...

Also waiting for a handyman who might never show. Not a plumber, or electrician, or even a cable guy...nope - I don't even know what to call him, haha, but I've ordered two sliding doors so we can hide the avalanche of clothes hanging on the hooks in the hall, and I'm waiting to hear whether he can come today and put the doors up.

I'm really hoping he can, it would be awesome to get it done!

But that means I'm stuck here all day just waiting.

Too much time online. Not enough time doing sensible stuff. Someone kick me in the seat please.

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Tomorrow...

...is the big day!

Going to the hospital to talk to the woman who might give me a job...aiaiai!

Fingers crossed :)

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Lab rat - PLEASE!

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I am crossing every crossable digit, extremity and limb here...they called from the hospital and asked me to come up and talk to them!!! I have been invited to come have a look at the lab on Thursday...I am really nervous, very happy, and far too hopeful.

After fizzing around the apartment for a few minutes without exhaling, my second thought was ooooh, nooo! I am really, really going to miss my boss!

He is such a nice guy, and really funny, and I will probably do all my shopping there from now on just to see him once in a while - IF I get the job at the lab, that is.

So please everyone - if you have a spare set of digits - cross them for me, just for a sec? I really, really want this job!!

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Lab rat

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I'm starting work this week Mon-Wed-Fri - weird though, the job was only supposed to be a very temporary thing, and now that it's getting more organized I'm getting a little freaked. I've been honest w/ them abt applying for other jobs, and it's a fun job, but - I'd soooo much rather be in a lab!

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Nevermind!

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The house was adorable, hubby didn't care much for it but I liked it a lot -

until I entered the bedroom upstairs. Er, bedrooms actually.

They looked lovely, but O.M.G the floors were so creaky!!! They would've driven me absolutely bonkers!

So we walk into the kids' rooms, and I comment on the floor creaking - and when we walk into the master bedroom it was ten times worse...so I said straight out to hubby that "nope - I don't want this house!" And when he asked why, I told him - and the other prospective buyers sniggered at me.

But mark my words; whoever buys that house is going to be annoyed!

It is almost a hundred years old after all, and there's often not a whole lot you can do about creaky floors in old houses.

So - on with the hunt. Wish us luck!

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Depressed already

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Naw, just kidding. Sorta.

I found the most beautiful house online today. It's in the perfect area, not too big or too small; it's actually an old house but beautifully taken care of. LOTS of closet/storage space, a cute yard, perfect for the young'uns...and the reason I'm blue is because I know hubby won't buy it for me. He says he's not quite "there" yet.

I. Want. A. House.

It's not just the house thing, I also want to get a little bit further away from the city. Where we live now is right at the height above sea level where ALL the pollution sits, all winter long. My parents live on one of the many mountainsides surrounding Bergen, and from there you can see that our house is in the middle of a greyish/yellowish layer of deadly smog. If it was just me I wouldn't worry so much, but I don't like the young'uns being exposed to all that crud.

Plus look how cozy:

I'm definitely going to force hubby to go to the showing. Hopefully he'll fall in love with it too...you never know. Maybe I'll cross the fingers of one hand for the job, and the other hand for the house.

But really, nobody is THAT lucky, are they??

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