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And you thought the last post was a long time coming...

Quick catch up. My surgery was delayed by two weeks because the doctor's office waited until the week before surgery to get approval from my insurance and Tricare just doesn't move that fast. Ever. So I wasn't in the hospital over Christmas. We still had a super low-key holiday. We went for a drive in the snow and made soup. New Years Eve I was asleep way before the ball dropped and the next day we went for a drive and made soup. I went under the knife on January 5th. I woke up in pain but dilaudid is a lovely drug. I made friends with one of the nursing assistants who schooled my daughter on tauntauns after I made note of feeling as though I'd been sliced open in same fashion. (Seriously -- incision from breast bone to belly button requiring 35 staples resulting in a scar that looks absurdly like a zipper.)

I spent my recuperation binging various series via streaming services. (Not blogging, as previously suggested, as the girl child managed to break the laptop.) I did Grimm (falls in line with my obsession with all things Thile). I did Preacher. Well, I did season 1 because that is free on hulu. Season 2 is only on Amazon and even with Prime they want $25 for the season and that's not gonna happen. Hunted around a bit for the next binge-worthy series. Tried out a few. The Night Manager has too much realistic political violence. I just can't right now. I was told that I would love Portlandia but I couldn't even get through episode one. I guess I just don't do sketch stuff? SNL has even lost my attention lately. I tried that biopic series about Zelda Fitzgerald but the put-on Southern Belle accents were intolerable and I couldn't finish the first episode. I landed on Nurse Jackie. I find her combination of being deeply flawed whilst having a passion to do good comfortingly familiar. Last night I fell asleep watching that and my wine glass toppled from my lap and spilled all over the bed. I have no idea why I was holding my wine glass on my lap.

The whole wine thing probably would not have gone down thusly had my husband not taken a new position at his job. This new position has a most ridiculous schedule -- he works from 4:30 in the afternoon to 1:00 in the morning so I'm left to binge in the evenings all by my lonesome. This lifestyle will eventually turn me into a potato.

Recuperating has been harder than I thought it would be so I'm just now resuming the job hunt, which is where I hit a bit of a dilemma. I have a job interview on Monday at a small family-owned company. It is an office assistant position with a heavy customer service emphasis. I'm a people person and customer service is definitely my forte. It is located near to my house so no interstates involved in my commute and also pays considerably more than did the contracting position with corporate overlords.

I've also had a tentative offer from the same federal agency that employs my spouse (although without the ridiculous schedule -- I'd simply not be able to function that way). The fed job pays more and isn't through a temp agency so it's more secure, but it would likely be mind-numbingly boring -- just shuffling the same papers on constant repeat without much human interaction. I'm afraid it would permanently mar my soul. Also, it would require I drive through downtown interstate traffic twice a day during rush hour, which frightens me to my core.

So what do? Take the job that I think I would find more rewarding even though it pays less and comes with little to no job security or take the money and security and risk damage to my eternal soul? I just don't know. Maybe it wouldn't be a numbing as I think it will be. It would at the least get me into the federal system and make it easier to get a job I actually want. (I have my eye on an administrative position at the VA.)

Adulting is hard.