I spent all morning in a red jacket.
A pea coat actually that I bought at a thrift store last month. One button is missing, another is close to falling off.
I wore it, though, because it looks professional (well, if you overlook the button thing) and it’s my style. When I have a style.
I wanted to look nice today because I was going to get things done.
I met with a Realtor first. It was chilly in the conference room, so I left the coat on. Green thrift-store scarf, too.
She didn’t have good news. Long story short: I’d have to bring more money to the table to close when (IF) my house sells than I have saved up now. That’s before I have to tap into that savings to pay for things like, oh, I don’t know, FOOD for my kids.
Other options involve words like “short sale” and “foreclosure” and “deed in lieu of foreclosure.”
All those options fuck my credit. (Can’t say that word on momaha!).
So. I’m trying to figure it all out.
Next, I went to the Sprint store to get a new phone. I charmed my way into a free phone and being added to a family member’s plan without changing my number, even though that plan is out of state. I’m learning that if I just ask nicely and be genuine, it at least helps.
The red coat and scarf might have, too.
Finally, I drove downtown. I pulled into the parking lot of a place I’d like to work.
I sat there. I texted my boyfriend: “I’m (here), trying to convince myself to go in!”
Just do it, he said. And I knew he was right. So I did.
This place’s favorite color is red. Cue the jacket.
The CEO wasn’t available (yes, I really did walk in and just ask for her. Ha. What do I have to lose?), but I chatted up the intern. We both went to UNL, yes he likes working there, what did I do? Oh, well … I have a blog!
He said he’d tell her I stopped in. I went home and followed up with a voice mail. Hoping it wasn’t overkill. But what do I know?
Planning to make chili for dinner. Planning to put that red coat back on in a few minutes to go get the kids. Planning to fix the buttons tonight, with an old-school needle and thread.
Planning to piece this life back together in a similar sort of fashion.