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Cranky body, successful interview
polydad
This is my own virtual living room, so I can do whatever I want, here. At the same time, y'all are sitting on the couch reading, eating the snacks, and sometimes answering back, so some rules of civilized behavior do apply.

My body's being cranky, and I want to try to work through it anyway. If it doesn't get less cranky by lunchtime, I may head over to the urgent-care unit; they don't open 'til 1pm anyway, and I'd feel silly going to the ER for "I need to pee and I can't and it hurts when I try." I have some meds for that, and I can take an extra dose.

Interview with Sierra Club was successful -- they like me, and also like me for the treasurer job -- and they also have another person to interview, and liking me isn't enough, they have to like me better than everybody else. OTOH, they also told me that it's an unpaid position, which makes it considerably less interesting. (There was no mention of payment in their solicitation or job description, and the duties are certainly professional and at *least* full-time, so I'd assumed paid.) OTOH, I will be working closely with the Funding Director, and if I can raise the money to pay me a salary with they'd be pretty short on arguments to not pay me one.

I'm behind on follow-ups; my goal is to get all 9 outstanding finished today, and then apply for the known-to-be-paid position at CAT. And I've got a potluck to get to after that, and two bits of cooking to get done concurrently with writing -- but that's an excellent meshing of activities; when I've had too much keyboard I can go chop veggies for a few minutes. (Sweet and sour red cabbage and leek-and-potato soup, if you're into such things.)

Just proved the point; the celery is now chopped for the soup.

I've got two "mortality" issues I'm dealing with. Easier is Dad, who is 86 and has enough money to last him in his current life-style to 90. I think he's good for at least five years after that, and might well make his century; *his* life-plan ended sixteen years ago. So I have to make plans for how to care for him after his money runs out. I do have siblings, but while I can count on them to contribute as little cash as they can get away with, that's the best I can count on them for.

The other is the Big Task I've had staring me in the face for decades, and haven't made material progress on yet. And it's breakfast time, so I'll get back to that tomorrow.


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Hope you're feeling better, and didn't have to go to Urgent Care. The reason you cite is not a silly one for going, though, for all the reasons you already know.

Glad the interview went well, but really, it sucks that they let you go through the whole thing without mentioning the fact that they weren't planning to actually pay you. Best of luck getting the known-to-be-paid position at CAT!

If your Dad only has enough money to last him another four years in his current lifestyle, seems like the most important thing is getting him into a less expensive lifestyle as soon as possible. Unfortunately, he will probably resist every inch of the way.

So what's the Big Task then....???

*hugs* Hang in there, dearheart; feel better!

Huh. I wrote you a response, and went to press ‘send’, and it vanished. *shrug* OK, I do it again.

I do feel better now, and thank you for your concern. I felt good enough after lunchtime to go food-shopping – scored some Szechuan peppercorns, yay! – and make it to the potluck, but that was all I got done for the whole day. Today I was feeling *differently* crappy, but less so, and got over it quicker and got the soup made, whose Scottish ancestors would not have recognized but *I* found it delicious, which is what counts. I’ll post the recipe sometime soonish, you might like it. So two unproductive days in a row, phooey. But tomorrow will be better; I have an 8am breakfast meeting, and I anticipate having both an entertaining and a productive time.

Didn’t get the CAT position applied for; will try again on that tomorrow after my meeting. Sierra Club was being careless, not disingenuous; the original posting *had* mentioned “volunteer”, but the forwarded version I got in email left that part out. They apologized. I go in for a “get to know you” meeting with the Director at 10am Wednesday.

Dad will not merely *resist* any input on his lifestyle, he’s spent his entire life setting it up so that no one can tell him what to do, ever, about anything. It’s his money, in his private trust account, and he will spend it as he pleases and that’s it. Ain’t happenin’, and I’ve already tried twice. Trying again would both fail and annoy him; I have nothing new to add to the previous discussions. What I can do is point out that some of the actions he’s discussed about that he hasn’t yet taken – such as moving in with his girlfriend, which would halve both of their living expenses – and the contemplation of having to move to Portland in four years will likely be unpleasant enough that he gets off his butt and does something about it.

The Big Work is another thing that’ll have to wait to a later post. You’ve been listening to bits of it as long as you’ve known me, tho’, so I doubt it will be much of a surprise.

*hugs back*,

Joel

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