I interviewed for the Patent Assistant position that is open at my firm this afternoon.  The interview went well and if I’m offered the position, I will take it.  I’m at the point in my “career” that as long as they pay me a decent salary and don’t abuse me, I’ll do anything.  My day job isn’t what defines me, it just pays the bills.  I really hope I get offered it so I can relax a bit. 

I work up around 4 this morning having anxiety attacks.  I couldn’t go back to sleep so I went back to revising my resume.  I wish things would straighten out in the US.  It’s all very, very scary right now.

I haven’t decided what I’m going to do when I get home tonight.  I need to reset my fence, but I really don’t feel like it.  I should work dogs, but again, I don’t feel like it.  I might just take them for a good run and call it a day.  We have so lost light.  The sun rises at 7:30 AM and sets at 7:00 PM now.  That gives me little time to do much of anything in daylight.

On the way home from the trial on Saturday I talked to Wally about Kessie.  He really wants to get her to succeed at fly ball because that’s what he wants to do.  I hope he can get her going again.  But if not, she needs to do something so he’ll have to bite the bullet and start to learn to trial her in USBCHA.  Wally won’t spend the money to enter trials in other venues (i.e. ASCA or AKC); not so sure I will ever again either.  It’s just too expensive.

You know, I make a good salary.  I don’t buy a lot of clothes, jewelry, make-up; get manicures, go on trips and I don’t drive a fancy car.  My money goes into my animals, primarily feeding them, but because of how I feed them, I don’t have the vet bills that so many other people have.  I don’t know how other people are doing it; maybe they are doing it on credit cards, I don’t know.