I appear to be obsessed with the Great British Bake Off. I kept forgetting it was on Netflix, and I finally remembered the other day and now I’m about halfway through the first season. I used to love catching it when it was on PBS or BBC America or whatever channel it was on. Now I get to watch for the beginning and see how it all develops. This might be the most British show ever. Everyone is so polite. Seriously. I stop what I’m doing and watch. I don’t think I’ve done that with anything that I’ve watched while I was doing other things. At least not as often as I do this. I love Mary Berry might be my spirit animal.
Overall the week was pretty good. I’m back in the saddle in terms of most things, diet and consistently getting to the gym most days. My mood seems to be much better, and more consistent day to day. Turns out I have to skip therapy next week too – I have a meeting at work that I can’t get out of. And believe me, I tried. I considered still doing the therapy session while I was at work, but it’s not like the office is soundproof, and I don’t want anyone walking by to be able to hear what I’m talking about. Especially when I’m talking about looking for a new job and leaving that one. Probably wouldn’t end well.
In other news, we had a virtual home visit this morning, and we were approved to adopt another cat! We’re super excited. Loosing Peeps back in May was traumatic, and neither one of us has been ready to bring another cat home for awhile. But we started looking about 10 days ago, found this little dude, and now we’re down past the last hurdle. I’ve got the foster mom’s contact info, so I just need to coordinate mine and Mike’s schedules and figure out with her who can pick him up and when. It’s taken a lot to get to this point where we were ready to welcome another cat in. We grieved heavily for Peeps because it was so sudden and so traumatic. I miss that cat everyday – I miss Wubba dearly too, don’t get me wrong – but the way we lost Peeps was just so upsetting and unanticipated. We don’t have kids – don’t want them – so we decided awhile ago that we were going to rescue cats and give them the best possible lives. I feel like we let Peeps down in that respect. I still wonder if maybe we had gotten him to the hospital even 12 hours earlier if he’d still be with us. Academically speaking, I know that that’s not true. But if anything the whole experience is probably going to make us both more hypervigilant when it comes to one of the cats appearing to not feel well.
The job search is going to continue this week. I fucked up last week – there was a job that I was totally qualified for, everything should have been good. Starting salary was we’ll say, 50k. The online application asked for minimum starting salary (I don’t know why, when they gave a salary range), and my jackass self didn’t proof my application before I submitted it, and put my minimum starting salary as 550k. The stupid first number took twice. So I’ll probably never get a call for that one. Which sucks because I would have been great at that job. It was exactly what I would have wanted and I shot myself in the foot. I seem to be my own worst enemy when it comes to this. Just shows that I have to be more careful and proofread absolutely everything before I submit. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I need to be better, more consistent, more careful. Words to live by going into this week.
I’m going to leave it there for today because I’m totally distracted by the Bake Off and need to get a bunch of other stuff done today. I hope everyone is having a great weekend. I’ll see you tomorrow!