Brrrrrr

You know how they always talk about hell being all hot and full of fire? Well, that’s sounding pretty good right about now. Yesterday morning on my way to work, it was -15 degrees. *shivers* I can’t wait until we get to move!

Although who knows, maybe we’ll have to move somewhere colder. Or at least not any warmer. Hubby applied for a job in Detroit and is all excited about moving there (he’s weird). I’m still pushing for Virginia like we originally wanted. I just wish it wasn’t taking quite so long.

The good news is, his applications were forwarded on to the agency for a few jobs. I’ll try to explain the process without getting too boring. Basically all federal government jobs go through one website, and when you apply for each job, you have to answer between 100 and 200 questions about experience, education, etc. The website screens it, and only actually sends a few applications to the agency you applied to.

So basically, in most cases, an automated website decides whether to consider someone for a job. So just the fact that the actual employer is looking at his application is a big deal. So yay for that.

Except it’s going to probably be another 30 to 60 days before he hears anything else. Grr. Stupid government. Oops, maybe I shouldn’t say stuff like that. For all I know, they’re watching us (ha…don’t worry, I’m really not that paranoid).

I finally succumbed to the winter sickness that I’ve been trying to avoid for two weeks now. I’ve just had this feeling like I was about to get sick, and usually the only way to avoid it is to just make myself too busy to get sick, so I’ve been running around like crazy lately. I was fooling my body into thinking I was ok, but apparently not my boss. She saw I was all white and shaky, and then a few minutes after assuring her that I was ok and wouldn’t get anyone sick, I had to run to the bathroom to throw up.

So I had to leave. Now I’m home, but I don’t want to give in to the urge to huddle under a blanket with soup. That would mean I’m really sick, and I HATE being sick.

Oh well, screw it. I’m off to make myself some soup.