Exhaustment

Is that a word?  Or have I just invented a new one?  I think I have, eh.

Not too much happened yesterday, Sir was at work, and Mistress was doing her part time job thing for most of the day, and I scoped out fifty jobs, and applied for thirty of them.  Which is a huge number, in my opinion.  And my employer from over There is now advertising my EXACT SAME ROLE for Here - it is a national company, in case the readership hadn't figured it out from previous correspondence.  They could have made up their mind on doing that before I actually, you know, resigned from over There.

I thought about it yesterday, and got some feedback from Mistress - I will apply for it, and I will write the most awesomest cover letter I have ever written.  Mistress made the point to apply for it, but to hope like hell that something else comes through before previous employer gets around to selecting interviewees.  If it is the same section I interviewed for in June, then I won't even have to interview, I was apparently so close to getting the job it wasn't funny, and I would automatically be put in the mix next time.  Of course, this was while I was still an internal candidate, so the game has probably changed since I got here.  But I should be a shoo in for an interview at least - fingers crossed.

Mistress got home mid afternoon, exhausted and a bit low, and had done a Maccas run for the both of us.  Chomp chomp feel the carbs lol, and then she went and did gardening.  Well, weeding.  'Dear diary, in the last two weeks I have been in the garden for at least ten hours, and I haven't complained about it.  Much to my amazement.'  It is all about the incentives lol.

Quiet evening.  Mistress went to the bedroom early, her computer was playing up (AGAIN), and she couldn't handle crappy music that was on my playlist.  I went and knocked on her door later in the evening, asked to go in, which she did.  As soon as I opened the door though she came out with 'no hugging, no kissing, no talking'.  Which was acceptable to me.  Curling up on the Big Bed at her feet, awesomeness.  Quality time.  Even though she was still looking daggers at her computer.