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Roosevelt decided I didn't need to edit. I needed to hold him for hours on end. At least this way he wasn't zooming out the door, which he now does regularly. |
NOTHING!!!
Because the house was already crowded, Luna was barking every three milliseconds while trying to jump through the window at the roofing crew, and not all of us are tied to a computer optimistically working on edits, I suggested Marty and Buckaroo take a casual jaunt to Little Rock. You know, just to go do something. And what do you know! I managed to remove extra beings to give me a bit of space to work. (Polly is house sitting. Again.)
While Marty was gone, he got his first "Hello Mr. Sunshine, when are you available for a phone call to discuss your qualifications?" communication. Not bad after looking for two and a half weeks.
This particular position is not in Texarkana. I'm not doing a deep dive into the company or area at this time. There are lots of reasons for this. First, my head hurts from the hammering above my head for the past 11 hours, mingled with Luna barks. Second, I don't want to become invested until there's a reason. Third, I'm still hoping one of the two jobs in Texarkana comes calling.