Another rejection

I got another email from West Valley Hospital that the position has been filled. This for the day shift as a Financial Counselor. I would have been interviewed by the same people, so I guess they just didn't like me. Disappointing, especially since I am over-qualified for any other position that I can apply for there, and they will use THAT as a reason not to hire me. I wonder what I did wrong.

Podcasts

I have just been going crazy listening to podcasts since I discovered downloading them to my computer and listening whenever I am home alone. I listen to Flylady and all her friends; I listen to Jonathan Roche for moral support on exercising; I listen to several knitting podcasts, several environmental ones, and just today I discovered a couple of quilting podcasts. A whole new world.
It has definitely cut into my NPR listening time though. I only get to listen to the radio when I am home alone anyway, so with the podcasts taking up that time I only hear news when I am in the car-again, alone.

Multi-tasking, NOT

I never was that coordinated, although I didn't really know it until I married Bill and he of course had to tell me over and over until it had obviously penetrated. Lots of things I never knew until he told me, but that is the subject for another entry.
Since I had started doing my Interval Training walks I have realized that I can barely walk and even THINK at the same time anymore. If I get to thinking too much, I fall down. I can partially blame this on the condition of my walking routes(very up and down), and partially on the fibromyalgia (causes increased incoordination), and partially on advancing age. But hell, it doesn't matter WHAT I can blame it on; it is very annoying to have to keep your mind on your feet in order to stay upright.
I have always complained about Bill refusing to keep walking while he talks, since that makes walks with him very, very slow (he talks a lot), and said jokingly that it was because he isn't very good at multi-tasking. But gosh, I didn't REALLY think that walking and talking at the same time IS multi-tasking. I guess I do now, especially since I realize that, for me at least, walking and thinking are multi-tasking.
This makes it even more important that I continue to exercise and lose weight, as I would be much less likely to get hurt if I fall down at a lighter weight.

Poor Robin

 


Poor little Robin has become incontinent on her latest round of prednisone for her eye inflammation. I phoned the eye vet to see if there is anything else she can take instead, but the vet said to go ahead and take her off of the pred and bring her in on the 16th as planned. I read about a drug called Medrol in the Pet Allergies book but I didn't mention it to the vet, as I want to investigate it myself first.
It did take us a few days to determine what was causing the incontinence, as we sponged Robin off and then dried her butt several times a day. We never said she was bad or anything; it was obvious she was leaking, and she continued to go potty outside like normal, but she was still sad and embarrassed about her wet butt. I only made her wear the underpants for a short time because they only kept the wetness against her. The floor wetness is easily mopped; I bless these brick floors constantly. I can't imagine why anybody would ever have carpeting.