In which I’ll be in Indianapolis by Friday, for fuck’s sake.

Somehow or another my husband managed to get us both hired to go to Indiana to do this contracting job; it’s basically a variant on insurance adjusting. It sounds like it’ll be ten hour days, six or seven days a week. Outside. In the heat. Doing what amounts to door-to-door sales.

Apparently the reason people do this to themselves is because it’s possible to make an assload of money at it, and God knows we need some healthy cashflow.

Often people do this in teams. In our team, Bread will be the construction & estimating guy, and I’ll be the computer/software/paperwork girl, and then we’ll cross-train each other.

In the next 72 hours we’re getting a loan, buying a laptop and printer, closing up our house, doing something with the pets and plants, packing, and splitting town. Gonna be gone for a month.

Bread’s been in construction his entire life. The idea of selling a bid but not actually having to do the work tickles him half to death. I’ve forgotten more software programs than most people even know, so I feel confident about my part. We’ll be staying in a hotel. Truck and Bowling Jesus will be there. BoSe will be there. A bunch of other people we know will be there.

I have to quit my job or get an LOA… and cancel the barn party… and then I have to tell my band. They’ll freak.

And if this gig works out, I’ll miss Amma in Mount Pleasant and will have to get to Chicago to see Her.

I’m freaked. Utterly, totally, hands-shaking freaked.

On the other hand, I’ll end up with a laptop! This seems like a rather intense method of getting a laptop, but hey — why take ‘er easy when you can take ‘er hard?

In other news, it’s 6/6/6. Happy Rapture, my Xian fiends! (Er, friends!)

Update: Check out my new laptop. Yum.

Update: My employer has just approved my LOA. *huge relief*

Update: Brett got his ladder rack fixed to fit the truck (yay!) but we still haven’t found any dogsitters (boo). Who wants to come live in my house in the country for a month? I’ll even keep paying the DirecTV on for you. Peace and quiet, a million stars at night, swimming in the pond! You can walk around naked out here! Come on!