My neighbor told us to check our cars Wednesday afternoon because someone had been in theirs and things were missing and, sure enough, everything had been yanked out of my glove box and console. Nothing was stolen from mine--I've always said that anyone who broke into my car was welcome to my tire gauge and old cassettes but apparently they didn't want to take me up on my offer-- but it utterly creeps me out that this was done while I was home. From what we can tell, these jerks walked from yard to yard in the middle of the night, looking for unlocked cars. Since we live in a rural area, that's everyone except my highly paranoid parents. I will say, they were nice enough to shut my glove box after ransacking it, so that the light didn't drain my battery, but if they'd just been smart enough to stuff everything back in nobody would have noticed their cars had been touched at all.
I had a job interview the next day, so I was in a great mood for the "If you were a tree?" questions they threw me. I think I managed to ace the people skills portion because when they asked me how I would handle difficult patrons I managed to come back with "With a smile". Cheese-tastic.
I was told I'd get a call if I'm hired and a postcard if I'm not, so every ring and mail delivery has me jumpy. There were 28 applicants and only three interviews so my odds are pretty good, I just want to know now.
Continuing to prepare for the big move next week and, damn, packing sucks. Deciding what goes with me, what goes out and what goes on consignment for some extra cash is taking forever. The beauty of moving in with an antiques dealer is that I can get values on things. When we were poking around the garage for a spare dresser I found a hideous leather horse that matched one I was going to donate to Salvation Army. It had a $195 price tag so now mine's hitting e-bay or the antiques shop. Free money almost makes the aggravation worthwhile.
cranky
annoyed
mischievous
hungry