Having A Bad Day!

The above photo is just one of the many reasons why I'm having such a bad day.

I got up this morning and discovered one of the seasonal annoyances of living near the ocean. Sea Gnats. One of the old timers told me that they'd be "pesky" until October or so, when it really starts to cool off and that we'd be wise to have an indoor trash bin with a good tight lid. I knew better. I knew I should have gone ahead and invested in one of the trash bins that Gareth and I saw at Bed, Bath and Beyond last month...but I thought I'd wait. I've been using a regular bin without a lid. Well, I woke up this morning to about 50 kajillion sea gnats! Getting rid of them was easy enough. But it was still unnerving. Everyone that knows me knows that I tend to go a little overboard when it comes to cleaning. And something like this, while not nearly as exciting as finding a cockroach in my kitchen (heaven help those within a 5000 mile radius if and when that ever happens), it still made me come unglued.

So off to Bed, Bath and Beyond this morning to get the stainless steel trash bin we should have gotten earlier.

But I didn't get out of the house before going to open the fridge and the entire door coming off. The stupid fridge isn't even 6 months old. The entire bottom hinge thingy is busted.

Took me forever to get the door compartments emptied so that I could lift the thing back into place on the one remaining hinge, the upper one. But I'm unable to open the fridge at all or it comes flying off. I discovered that, after forgetting about it, and going to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge. I opened the door like I normally do and WHAM! It nearly flew across the room. Fridge doors are pretty light. A fact I didn't know until I almost threw the thing across the kitchen.

So I left a message for my landlord, who I think may be on holiday/vacation. Oi!

When I got back from BBB this afternoon, I sprayed the kitchen down with some "flying insect" spray and then waited a while, scrubbed the counters down as well as everything on them, and mopped most of the hardwood floors. Oh and remind me to get socks that have that non-skid stuff on the bottoms. I don't wear shoes in the house, and if I weren't pregnant, I might find some fun in sliding across the floor at a rate of naughts. Right now, it's just plain scary.

After all that cleaning I decided I was in dire need of a nap. I woke up about 90 minuntes later to a freezing cold house! I'm not joking, I was shivering. I know it's starting to cool down around here, but I thought this was ridiculous! So I went out into the front room to see if I'd left some windows open, and walk into the kitchen and there's the fridge door lying across the floor with the fridge cooling the entire house.

I can't believe I slept through the fridge door hitting the floor.

So now I've gotten the door back up on the fridge and taped the damn thing shut. Not really sure what I should do about it in the meantime. I'll leave another message for the landlord and hope he either sends someone out, or shows up himself. They're a super nice couple, so it will eventually get taken care of, just hope it's not too long from now.

And last but not least, Gareth got an email back from the "other company"....seems things are moving forward with that one. Setting up another meeting for him. He did email PC, the company here in Maine who he's been dealing with and interviewing with for almost 4 months now and let them know that another offer was imminent and could they possibly give him a time frame for completing the "yardstick" interviews they want to do, (the ones where they compare Gareth to other candidates) although they've been looking for NINE MONTHS now and haven't found anyone until else they found Gareth. So just where are they going to find these other candidates? The guy here in Maine keeps asking Gareth to be patient because it took PC "3 months to finally make [him] an offer".

Well patience is a nice thing to have, but Gareth very politely and succinctly explained to him that while PC was his ideal firm and the position was one that offered him the most chance for growth and contribution to a firm, that he could not, in good conscience, turn down another very good firm when an offer from PC may not be forthcoming.

Gareth mentioned to Mr. B, the guy with PC here in Maine, that he'd be back in town soon, but due to time constraints was unable to be more flexible than the afternoon of the 14th of Oct. So do you think PC has responded to Gareth's initial query about a timeline? No! But Mr. B has asked him to schedule 2:30 on the 14th to come into the Maine office to meet with yet more people.

WTF?!?!?!

What if he's got the other offer by then?

I'm trying to be mature about this entire thing, but it's really getting a tad difficult. Ok, it's beyond difficult. We have a lease here.....this is where we want to be. I can't move. And if Gareth is offered this other job that places him in either NY or NJ, while they are willing to make sure he is home for visits at least twice a month, at their expense, and has a month off when the baby gets here, and a very generous holiday/vacation package, plus a trip home to the UK at their expense, I don't think Gareth, in his heart, feels the same thing he does for PC. I realize he'd only be a 90 minute flight away until peanut and I get ourselves moved. But I can't bare the thought of moving again.

And I don't think I could survive in NY or NJ. I get nervous just thinking about the city and the pace of life. It's NOT where I want to raise this child. It's NOT where I want to bring my other kids in to visit. And I do have concerns because if Gareth ends up working in NY, his office will be right above Grand Central Station. And while I try not to give in to flights of imagination when it comes to terrorist attacks, GCS looks like a pretty good target, in my eyes anyhow.

Bottom line, Gareth would still be doing what he loves, but I don't think he'd be with his ideal firm. There is nothing wrong with this other company, they're pretty nice actually. But my bottom line is wanting to make sure Gareth is happy.

Who knows, maybe this is all happening for a reason. And maybe, just maybe I'll be able to grow up enough to look past my own fears and worries and past my trademark pessimism, and see the good side to all of this.