Not 100% sure, but when in doubt...

Hej hej, y'all.  (Sorry... watched the US version of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo last night.  Thought it was not fabulous, thought the accent variety was bizarre, but thought Rooney Mara was amazing.  I'd watched the Swedish version, so I knew what horrors were coming and didn't find them as shocking as I might have.  I tried to read the book a year or two ago and gave up after a very short time, bored and really, really annoyed by the writing: perhaps it was the translation?  Anyway, so much for my history with Stieg Larsson.  End of distracted aside.)

So, as I said in my last short post, I've faced reality: I'm not ready to move.  Of course, I'm not 100% sure that staying here is 100% right, but I'm unsure and doubtful enough about moving on before I'm totally ready that staying put seems like the wiser option.  And while I'm no believer in omens or signs, I do find it comforting that I got back from my trip late Monday night, got up Tuesday, went to Monster.com and immediately found a job opening at a translation agency 6 miles from my home.  And sent my resume and cover letter.  And got a call a few hours later asking me to come in for an interview.  And had the interview yesterday morning.  And saw a big Buddha head in the office entryway when I got there (which Jerry would have loved). And wasn't nervous.

I don't know if I'll get the job: the person I spoke with had more people to interview, and then was going to be out of town over the weekend, so I'm not supposed to hear back until at least the middle of next week.  The job isn't translating, but it includes organizing jobs and projects, maintaining social media, (probably answering phones), and hey, if I'm helping organize jobs, perhaps I could put myself forward for consideration for Russian-to-English translation jobs, or editing jobs.  A girl can dream.  And it's SIX MILES AWAY, which would be some sort of karmic reward for the 70-miles-a-day round-trip commute to my last job.

Oh, and I had a second realtor come in and look at the house about a week and a half ago.  She was supposed to get back to me with an estimate of what she thought it could be listed for.  She also knew I wasn't at all sure I was ready to sell, which I'm guessing is the reason she has totally and entirely blown me off.  Very professional, I'm sure.  If she didn't want to put in the work, that's understandable, but how hard is it to TELL ME THAT?  She's far from the first person I've dealt with in my 50 years of life who's said she'd do something professionally for me and then never did (just for starters, is there a thing about most chimney-cleaning companies that mandates that they must make appointments to come to your house and then never, ever show up?  I'm just extremely lucky that Jerry and I finally found a very professional, very prompt chimney-cleaning company nearby).  It does boggle my mind that people can stay in business with that kind of attitude.  And it makes me appreciate all the more those people who do what they say they're going to do.  Or tell you if they're not.

Two more classes to go in the copy editing certificate course: I'm currently doing an introduction to InDesign, and then there's one more class that won't be offered until mid-October.  I'm still hoping there's a copy-editing job some time in my future, but I'm taking loved ones' advice and not setting deadlines for a while.  I'm waiting for my gut to tell me when I'm ready to move on.  For my heart to speak to me.

Gloomy, gloomy day today, but I'm feeling calmer and more in charge than I had felt in months.  I think I'm on the right path, for now.