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It's been a rather wild two days. 

Broadly speaking; I guess we're now in day three. I've bought a new computer, filed a Better Business Bureau complaint against the maufacturer of the old, skyped with a Bulgarian prince (a real one, if minor — had to do with the Kid), and saw Crimes of Grindelwald, which I liked a lot more than I thought I would, and definitely want to read some of the Dumbledore fanfic that should be inspiring. 

Going a bit further back, I decided I couldn't take on the f-word class, which I was looking forward to but really need to focus on finding a better job. I told the Institute and they cancelled the class. There was a lot of interest, too. But the topic will still be there when I'm better able.

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I actually did a phone screen this afternoon for a job I applied for... this morning. For the interested it was this one, which looks a bit like the billing half of my current one but with a much more established medical practice. It surprised me how attractive the job was to me as I don't particularly like billing, but a solid day job with benefits and probably a pay jump over what I make wouldn't be a bad thing.

It didn't work out. He was looking for someone who could manage an in-house billing department (not clear from the job advert), and that's not me. It was a bit insulting actually, because he said he thought I might work as one of his foot soldiers (the people that prepare and submit the rote billing paperwork), and I regularly do much more than that, I just don't have the experience managing people he needs in this more senior role. But the fact that the managing doctor read my resume and thought he wanted to talk to me right away is encouraging. I guess.

I am out of shape presenting myself! Lots of uhhhh's and well's. Of course the first three minutes of a phone conversation with a stranger are always going to be tough.

I will say, I really can't imagine a harder job out there than searching for a job. It's a bit like whack-a-mole, if you're the mole rather than the whacker. Still we carry on. :-)

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