Gonzai Gallery

I was chatting with my former supervisor Monday, she's found a job and she suggested I try the employment agency she signed up with. So I did. Now, on Friday, they have a job they want me to start on Monday (!) Except at the same time, the car dealership 500 feet from my house also called me back, interested in having me there. That one is part-time, but pays more than the fulltime legal job. And it's 500 feet from my house.

So after all this time of not being able to find a job, I get offered two the same morning. I gotta lotta thinking to do and not much time to do it. (And dangit, I had just started a longterm project in the house thinking well, it's not like I'm working...)

The heater died sometime Thursday, and none of the small fixes suggested to me worked, so we had to have a repair guy come in and fix it. His company forgot to call before he came over, so I had to rescue him from CJ. Turned out a part in the heater had called it a career, fortunately he was able to fix it and we finally got heat back.

But...I've been saying for days I thought something in the house stunk. Mom didn't believe me. The smell kept getting worse. It was really bad near the heater (and downright embarrassing with the repairman there). Figured out what it was - a few weeks ago after Sandy, Mom got it into her head that the downstairs freezer should be turned off. She never turned it back on. I spent much of my morning fishing over a hundred pounds of rotten meat out of soupy three inches worth of liquid rot. Plenty of it splattered on me on top of everything. Barely crammed it all into the trash can, and it won't be picked up until Wednesday, meep. My back is killing me from lifting stuff from the bottom and carrying it all outside and the entire house stinks to high heaven. Meanwhile, I have no idea what to do with the soup in the freezer or how to get it out of there, or what to do with the freezer itself. Mom thinks it's broken, with the soup it might be broken now but it wasn't before. Gah.

That is, we looked at 6 houses in the last two days, would be interested in buying 4 of them, and 3 of them are financially feasible. Which leads to the fun parts...keep looking or stick with those 3? Which one of those 3? It's a booger, they all have different plusses and minuses with location, yards, fencing and price, and one house - the one with the weakest location - they're offering to convey the lawnmower, grill, generator and most of the furniture, which is nice furniture BTW. Oh, this will be a pickle. If we're even going to do this.

For some odd reason there were some open houses today, rather than Sunday, so we stopped by one of them. The house is 101 years old and officially part of a historic district. And I find it hard to believe - well, except for the unfinished part of the basement, which smells like old house. The rest? Outside looks post-WWII; inside looks less than 10 years old. If it weren't for the radiators you'd never know from the inside how old the house was. And with three staircases from main floor to second, two more to the basement and an infinite number of connected rooms, we got lost in there a few times. Even the driveway was twists and turns and wrapped around the two garages. Very nifty overall. We liked. Sheesh, I wish we could afford one of these.