It feels like a Thursday.

If I push through, and maintain the right caffeine balance, I should get this fic finished by my birthday. Maybe even the end of the month. There's the edits I got from a very generous beta, some Greek Chorus segments that need writing and arranging, and titling the chapters...but none of those should each take more than a couple of weeks, if that.

I could still use someone to glance through it and make sure it all flows, if anyone's got a free afternoon in mid-March.

All skittering.

Last Saturday was a shitty day for a lot of reasons, few of which are worth dwelling on - even though I'd like to, they're probably things about other people I'll never be able to parse out because I'm not good at being a person. But it was fine in the end, because in the evening I had a job interview on Sunday I found out I'd gotten it.

It's part-time and short-term, a couple of hours three days a week for three weeks. Someone's regular assistant is out on vacation, and the person she'd originally gotten to fill in for her during that time had to back out. So she asked someone if he could put out a request on my parents' synagogue's email mailing list. My mother forwarded it to me, I got a job interview lined up within a couple of hours after sending in my application, and maybe sixteen hours after the interview itself I got a call saying I could come in on Monday.

So I knew someone, who knew someone, who knew someone, who needed someone. Even if that first someone is my mother, it's still a fairly respectable chain.

I'd very much like to know what it was I said to get this position, and I'll try to remember to ask at the end. I'll do what I can to spin it to three and a half to four weeks, since it's nice to get out of my apartment and having the time constraint is helping me better manage my schoolwork and my other part-time, long-term gig. And when it does end, I'll feel like I'm positively rolling in free time.