So, good news and bad news! And more good news, and more bad news!
bad news is that the place where I had the phone interview on Friday, as I mentioned in passing yesterday, is
going with an internal candidate, so dead end there. The good news is
that I actually heard back from them, and super-quickly, which is a rare
thing these days. Still. Sigh. Too bad. The job sounded like a good
fit, and with a great company. Bummer.
Then, as I still hadn't
heard anything from the other place where I had a phone interview
weeks ago, despite having reached out to follow up with them, I e-mailed
again today, and more good news, I heard back! Aaaaaannnnnnddd, more
bad news ... they're going with another candidate. So. Good to know,
yes. But still. Doubly depressing. I was already planning to go to
Target tonight, being out of the usual Random Bunch of Stuff, and can
you blame me for buying some therapeutic Ben & Jerry's while I was
there? (Remember, when life gives you lemons, have ice
cream for dinner. Words to live by.)
Anyway, on to happier things! Thanksgiving Week recap! Here we go...
picked up Mum on Monday night, and we went to dinner at her favorite
restaurant, then hit the grocery store for a few things before coming
home to a rousing reception. Carlos was deeply unsure of why I brought
someone else home with me, and why I seemed to think that was okay. Why
doesn't anyone tell a cat that change is coming? So he can veto it?
Change is bad, everyone knows that! Who was this person who acted like
she knew him? He wasn't upset, he didn't run or hide, but he was hanging
back, and spent even more time in the bedroom than usual all week. (He
would come out to meow for food-more-food-different-food-better-food,
and to sniff at things, then retreat again. He allowed himself to be
approached, and suffered himself to be petted, but he wasn't as friendly
as I might have hoped.)
Tuesday morning, I went to work, and Mum
spent the day befriending the cat, doing laundry (it's her hobby), and
making a batch of chili for my freezer, mmmmm. Tuesday night we went to
dinner at Bertucci's, where our server was ... well, hopefully very new
to the job; fortunately, we weren't in a hurry, but there's no excuse
for bringing a pizza that's practically room temperature, you know?
Particularly when it wasn't all that busy. The pizza was still good,
but, umm, you need practice, ma'am. Good intentions and apologies only
go so far.
Wednesday I got off work early, hooray, and was home
mid-afternoon. Mum had spent the day doing more laundry and making beef
stew, more mmmm. We had another lovely meal out, then in between
intervals of watching the Bruins utterly flame out (seriously, 6-1 and
they didn't deserve the 1), I made the angel salad for Thanksgiving
dinner. Then early to bed, because...
Early Thursday morning, we
picked up my brother, who'd taken the red-eye from San Francisco, god
love him, without complaining, and brought him happily home to hang out
and catch up, before getting cleaned up and going to the House of
Friends for Thanksgiving dinner mid-afternoon. Oh, it was good! The food
and the company and all. Fourteen for dinner, turkey and stuffing and
potatoes and angel salad ... okay, I ate some other veggies, too, but
mostly it was the standards for me. I didn't have dessert, didn't leave
room for it; for me, Thanksgiving is the one day of the year when I
don't focus on dessert. I'm not a big fan of the standards, pumpkin pie
or pecan pie, and honestly I love the meal so much that it's hard for me
to leave any room to try other options. I had a wonderful time, and ate
so much I didn't eat another thing that night, and fell comatose into
bed around 9. Whew!
Friday morning I had that phone interview,
then we went to a local diner-style place that was low on pretensions
but cheap and delicious for breakfast/lunch. The Bruins played their
traditional Black Friday matinee, and thankfully put in a much better
effort than the previous game, pulling out a win over the Rangers. For
dinner, we went back to Mum's favorite restaurant (since my brother
likes it, too), and did a little bit of errands-and-Christmas-lights
Saturday we went into town (slightly hampered by the
fact that the Orange Line was busing to Sullivan Square) and to the
Opera House to see the Nutcracker. It was fabulous! The music, the dancing, the
spectacle, the little girls in party dresses and patent-leather shoes
... happy sigh. After the show, once I thwarted the efforts of the lady*
at the coat check to give me the wrong coat (twice), we walked over
(brrrr) to Legal Seafood and had a perfectly lovely early dinner
(technically, they were on the lunch menu, but they were happy to make
steak, which is on the dinner menu). The food was wonderful, the service
perfect, and amusingly enough, the couple that had been sitting next to
us at the ballet was at a table nearby. (They recommended the Boston
creme pie, but Mum and I shared the bananas Foster, which was amazing.)
did they have only one person working the coat check? When everyone
gets out at once? She was understandably harried .. though asking for
198, 199, and 200 doesn't seem too much to ask...
Since my family
loves me, they didn't object to having the Bruins game on when we got
home, and I got to see them win again, almost erasing the memory of
Wednesday night (almost). Sunday morning, they got their ducks in a row,
packing-wise, before we went out for a last lunch, and did some driving
around admiring houses in my little town and environs. Some final
tidying away, and it was time to drop them off, and return to my
suddenly empty home.
It was a wonderful week, but man, exhausting at the same time. Carlos and I sat on the couch Sunday night and just vegged out. And now, I think, more of the same.
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