Yesterday I was sick. It hit me very suddenly at 10:30 in the morning. I spent the day in my pajamas on the couch, trying not to throw up. I feel marginally better today.
In the afternoon I got an email from that job I’ve been after – the one where I’ve been taking all those tests on writing and situational judgment and so on – with an attachment named failure.doc. I failed one of the last three tests I wrote. I got 72.5% on writing promotional materials, 91% on editing, and 57% on Planning, Organizing and Monitoring Results. A pass is 70%. I was pretty miserable for awhile after that. I’ve been in the process of trying to get that job since the springtime. I’m starting to wonder if I’m unemployable. I wish I could afford to retire.
On the bright side, I cranked out the last of my 50,000 words last night and hit my National Novel Writing Month target on November 17th, one day ahead of last year. I’m going to keep writing for the rest of the month.
In other news, remember last week I blogged about one-room schoolhouses? Well the editor of the book Perseverance, Pranks and Pride – Tales of the One-Room Schoolhouse, left a comment on that post, along with a link to the book’s website. So Deb, Bonnie, Grace, Mudmama and Techwood, and anybody else with an interest in the Ottawa Valley’s schoolhouses, check it out. (You can see a picture of the schoolhouse my family moved into when I was 10 years old here. We’re S.S. #5 Fitzroy.)
What else? The new parrot likes GC better than he likes me. But Sweet Little Oboe still loves me best. You can see little animated hearts bursting out of his chest when I walk into the room. Also, I’ve discovered that all the birds love pomegranate seeds, but somehow they get the juice on everything, including the walls. And it stains.