Guess what, boys & girls? I have a job! It looks like it's going to be an incredible opportunity, and I can't wait to get started. Plus, I get to go clothes shopping, and that's always fun. (In short spurts. I get bored of it pretty quickly.)
And this was the weekend in which my life played good news/bad news. First, I had the job interview on Friday, and it went well (obviously.) Then I got home and had a rejection letter for a short story. Then when my husband came home, we decided to go car shopping. (Other than the timing, this wasn't an impulse purchase. Our truck is eight years old, and we knew we were going to have to do it shortly whether I got a job or not.)
The crazy thing was the car we bought. Sensible and affordable? Pshaw. Perish the thought. No, we bought a 2008 Mustang Bullitt. There are only 7700 of these in North America, and we have number 219. They only had one in stock, it was sitting in the showroom, and they didn't even let people test drive it unless they were really serious about purchasing it.
So, we get home around 10 pm Saturday night with a brand new car. Wake up the next morning to clean house in preparation for a D&D game. And find out the water heater is broken. Irreparably. Fortunately, it didn't do any damage, but it meant we only had cold water all day Saturday. Then I got the call from my future manager offering me the job.
And then Sunday was spent replacing the water heater.
Also, the broken water heater proves my theory that my house knows whenever we're doing something financially risky and decides to laugh at us. Two weeks before my husband was going to take an extended leave from work after his last contract position ended, our air conditioner broke. Again, irreparably.
And that was my weekend!