Interview was this morning at about 9:45 AM; over and done by 11, including a roughly 20-minute massage sampler (neck/shoulders/back).
Regina (not actually named Veronica, no matter what my subconscious chooses to believe) was very friendly, and made comments along the lines of "Denise has final say, but I have a lot of influence!" and "So when you're working here..." and then belatedly remembered, two minutes before I left, to say "and after your interview with Denise, we have a couple other people to look at and we'll let you know!"
Denise, here, is the owner of the spa.
I have a second interview, with her, on Tuesday afternoon; apparently she was either not present at the spa or too busy between now and then to do one sooner.
I am hopeful, and trying really damn hard not to get my hopes up any further than they already are. In fact, I'm trying to quash them, so I don't end up too disappointed.
But it was a pretty good interview, at least, and Regina complimented my massage (and comfortableness in giving massage, too). So that part was good.
I just hope I don't blow Tuesday's miserably.
This is today, so far:
α.) Remembered at 7:55, while still in bed, that I had an appointment for a blood draw at 8:10.
β.) Despite this, and despite needing a shower, was only fifteen minutes late.
γ.) Got to school late, and used last currently-available grace. >:(
δ.) Originally unremarkable class (full-body integration! I think I'm the only one excited by this) became remarkable when Laura (the teacher) said, essentially, "uh, so Tara [Dean of Admissions] is making a Virtual Tour video to go on the website, and wants some people doing massages for the classroom tour. If you guys are willing, pack up and go downstairs to the South Classroom, okay?"
ε.) Managed successfully to squeeze a full-body massage into a single hour, without any big lapses or left-out bits, while being filmed for two separate takes. While wearing a piratical bandanna to keep sweat out of my eyes, no less!
ζ.) While leaving class, was caught up by Grayce [the office manager / receptionist], who said that Rue had called to say she was going to a Hazmat Issue at the YMCA, something vague about a chlorine fire? (Grayce looked so bewildered. Apparently she'd missed the fact that Rue is an EMT and also trained in hazmat.) Thanked Grayce, and explained this.
θ.) Went to the DSS in order to resume foodstamps, since Rue was not ... at home ... at all. This mostly entailed sitting for half an hour and waiting for someone to remember I was there; during this time a man who wanted to evict people from one of his apartments (from what I gathered, DSS was paying their rent, and they kept trashing the apartment and causing a lot of damage he had to pay for, and he was sick of it) who also looked disturbingly like a cross between Bill Nighy and Donald Rumsfeld made racist statements at me! Very disparaging. I was straight-up all :| at him. I don't think he noticed, though, or the way that his "especially, pardon me, black people" was incredibly fucking offensive. Even though I'm not black. :|
η.) And then I tried to get health insurance, since I won't have any in mid-August (and will be utterly and totally fucked) if I don't do something about it. I was pretty sure I didn't qualify for Medicaid, so I wasn't going to apply for it, but the woman at the Family Health Plus office told me to go there first anyway, and bring prescriptions if I had any, because that way I wouldn't have to wait until August for an appointment. This was helpful information not subsequently provided by the woman in the Medicaid office. I now have a lot of paperwork to fill out and take back on Monday afternoon, and also on Monday have to go back to my doctor's office (which makes it, technically, four times in one week!) to get new prescriptions.
ι.) Mind you, I got prescriptions from him on Tuesday. And realized, last night while dropping them off at the drugstore, that I have refills for at least ten months for one of them, and probably at least six for the other. So I really, really feel fucking ridiculous asking for yet more prescriptions.
κ.) When I got home, I talked to Rue, who is still at the chlorine fire (and also still now, as I write this), very hungry, warning me not to go outside or let the outside in until she says it's okay (which means no open windows or, uh, the air conditioner, and it's about 80˚F out there today; thank fuck we only have north-facing windows), probably having more fun than she'll avoid feeling guilty for later. No area restaurants are helping the emergency services personnel by feeding them. I would go get food, but I can't afford to feed anyone but just her. :(
λ.) This list was not originally going to be numbered in this style, and then I decided to anyway.
μ.) I'm also very hungry, so despite the fact we have no toaster while I strongly desire toast, I will attempt to eat something light. (Because, after all, sooner or later Rue is going to need to be fed, too, and eating with her is polite and often tasty.)
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