Less blah, with a side of possible silver lining on the horizon!

What's that you say? Is Erin creeping out of her pity party for one and actually seeing a glimmer of sunlight? No way!
Part of my slight leap out of my funk came in the form of a letter addressed to me yesterday. I saw that it was from the City of Santa Rosa and being that I am a glass half empty kinda gal, I immediately assumed that it was a "thanks but no thanks" letter for the job that I applied for in the beginning of March. I hesitantly opened it, ready to commence with the doom and gloom that comes so easily for me. Wait, what does that first line say? I read it again. Congratulations. Well, I may be a chronic naysayer but I know for damn sure that denial letters don't start with congratulations. I read on. The powers that be have seen fit to invite me to participate in the next step of the hiring process. A written examination. YAY! Never have I been so happy to be invited to take a test! The test is for the Meter Specialist position that I wrote about previously. You know, the one where it said that I must be comfortable with possible tense situations? hee hee. The test is standard for a city job and I am super duper stoked. I wish April 14th was tomorrow!!
Adding to my good mood was the Tattoo convention that Rick and I attended with Joel and Taryn yesterday. Side bar- even if all we did was sit on a curb in the worst neighborhood in San Francisco and watch the crackheads jitterbug on by, it would have all been worth it to see Taryn walking upright and not wincing with every step. I tell ya, to see someone who is SO important to you walking normally and without pain really makes you appreciate what's really important in this life. Fuck the fact that I am unemployed. My cherished friend is on the road to recovery and that my friends, is simply the best thing ever.
Ok, back to the topic on hand. Tattoo convention. There were some amazing artist's and an incredible amount of freaks. I use the term freaks lovingly, of course. $22 bucks to get in seems a bit steep, until you get in there and get a load of the people. There is such a mish-mash of society present. You have your gangsta types, your punks, your rockabilly's, your pin-up/wannabe Bettie Page girls. You have mom's, dad's, business people, jocks. All brought together in one place and all for the love of body art. It's pretty awesome. I am sad to say, however, that I did not come home with any new ink. All it did was make me crazy wiggly to get some new ones. I did get some new idea's for future work (ink, not employment).
On the slightly down-side of things, I broke the toilet. The handle of the toilet to be exact. I had know idea the extent of my super strength. There was a crack and the handle went all wobbly. Thank god Rick isn't home. Wicked bummer that we only have one bathroom. I am left with a quandary. Do I attempt to fix the malfunction? What do I know about toilet handles other than the fact that went you use them, flushing happens and things are emptied. Ask me what happens after that and I could tell you in great length. All the way till the end when the water gets puts back to new. I will not bore you with talk of lift stations and force mains. I think I am going to google toilet mechanics.
Well, the sun is shining, birdies are chirping, Rick is out golfing and I am going to go to a nursery to get some flowers and do some gardening. Oh and possibly fix the goddamn toilet. More so, I am ready to start a new week. A new chapter, really. I am ready to climb out of this funk. I will find a job. Things will get better.

update!
I am all that is woman!!! A trip to Lowe's, a tri-tip sammich, a diet Pepsi and a Charleston Chew later...my toliet is fully functional and flushing just lovely!