Not much happened yesterday save I nearly had a nervous breakdown. You know, the usual. I was very depressed about having to work at the Y, premenstrual and tired, which is the unholy trinity. So I took it out on Purge. What are husbands for? He's such a Saint, (actually, he's Boondock) having learned in over 7 years of marriage and 12 years of being together when to shut up and say, "Yes dear."

I decided to chill out at the Y, take home all my stuff and leave after two hours. I'll make up the time later this week. I also decided to work at home one night a week. I didn't ask for permission. I'm just going to do it and let them address me if they need to. I write in my hours on my time card for my "at home" hours. I figure I really need a break. I don't think one night at home is excessive as long as I keep up my performance. Once I made that decision, everything started to look better. Sometimes, I forget to take care of myself. And trust me, no one else is going to do it for you, so be good to yourself.

Except your husband, that is. So I had an interview with the BIG COMPANY this a.m. Purge and I went on a dry run because I'm not very good at directions. Yahoo's directions sucked. Basically, it's down the street from where Krent used to live. Literally. We turned on Whitney at the town hall. Turned again at Bimonte's and Eli's. I was like, "This is my old stompin' ground." We continued up passed Hamden Hills where Krent used to live and then turned right. And we were there. So I felt much better about going in there this a.m. I was bummed yesterday because I had thought I was the only candidate and I was a sure thing, but if life teaches you anything it's that nothing is a "sure thing." They had an inside candidate that was a friend of the owners. So I was devastated yesterday because my chances went from 100% to 50%. That's a big jump. But I put on my pretty new black suit this a.m. and promptly got a lipstick stain on the collar. I believe that I hid it well though. I was there 15 minutes early. Was witty, intelligent and polite. I made sure I made eye contact. My temp agency told me that the snot "M" said I never looked her in the eye. That was B.S., but then again, she was eating a yogurt and doing work while she talked to me and frankly I was bored at her pompousness. So maybe it's a good thing I didn't get the job at this temp agency because working with Monet would have been a hassle. Anyway, I think I made a BIG SPLASH at the BIG COMPANY. He kept saying, "when you come here" and "we would like you to do this", which is always very positive. So the temp agency is going to call me today. I deliberately left my cell phone in the car, but I am going to check it at noon and at three and resist the temptation to bring it in here. I think it's unprofessional to have a cell phone ring in the office. And I don't want to be obsessively checking it every five minutes. I do that with my e-mail!