Update on a Life Stuck in Neutral

Well. Here we are again.

Nice weather we're having. Blobbity blobbity blip.

Here's what's going on at the Candy House. Stupid stuff. January stuff.

On the job taking care of the elderly: The training for CPR got postponed until tomorrow. Because last week when the class was supposed to happen, the CPR woman had an emergency. You have to wonder what that was about.

On the first day of training, there were supposed to be 7 "trainees." 4 showed up, and 1 left immediately after the drug test. She disappeared. Just like she'd dropped through a trap door. No, it wasn't me.

I got my first assignment last week, without CPR training. It was supposed to be a 2-hour-per-day "shift" watching a woman who had recently fallen. But the shift was cancelled. No word as to why.

Meanwhile, waiting for another assignment, I've started working part time, temporarily answering phones and such at a very cool business in Phoenix. Partially responsible for its cool factor is that Scott also works there. The regular administrative person is out because of major surgery and I'm filling in for a couple weeks. I cannot tell you how odd it feels:

1. To be working in an office, nowhere near teaching. Doing things like sorting mail. I don't hate it. It gives me time to think. I'm just all akimbo in the brain pan.

2. To be leaving the house again. Since December 13th, I've been a stay-at-home, uh, recluse. Seeing people was simply out of the question. Aside from the 5 days with my family, I avoided humans altogether. I've done this a lot in my life. During the summers before I married Scott, I would go 4 or 5 days without leaving my house. No contact with people, except for email. I love doing this. I don't care if it's unhealthy. It's not like I was writing a manifesto. At least not more than the first draft.

3. And it's 1,000 miles beyond weird to be working in the same place with Scott. We're on different floors, but he frequently pops upstairs to blatantly sexually harrass me, which makes the day go faster, indeed. This may be hard to find in my next job.

January is, overall, going to be remembered by me as a rather annoying month, a month of limbo, and a month of feeling like I'm separated from the world by many layers of gauze. Most of my friends are having a kind of pissy month, too. Strange detours, money problems, restless minds, tired bodies, existential questions, general malaise. Why is that? Why is January such a fat, ugly, pimply bridesmaid in a lime green satin dress? And what will it take to get her to remove her ill-fitting pointy high heels from our necks?

May she catch the bouquet. And may it be made of the egg sacs of spiders.