big honking puddles

I left work at 3am this morning. Finishing scripts for executives who have no time, therefore I have no time. A storm had come in, and it was raining. I ran to my car dodging slowing taxis in time to get in, half-dry.

There was standing water 8 inches deep on the downtown streets. Makes your car run like a motor boat for an instant, before the wheels settle back onto pavement and water burbles up against the undercarriage. I drove home over sheets of water flowing down hilly roads. Traffic was light.

I got the call today; I have been offered a job. I am leaning toward taking it. Though the folks I interviewed with had a consistent comment: they found me headstrong, even arrogant. My response: yeah? so...? It's not enough to jeopardize the working relationship, but it's a concern. Next to that, money doesn't matter. Although there is a $5000 signing bonus, which will almost cover the credit card bills from my recent shopping sprees. Boy, have I ever gotten some nice stuff.

* Lodis wallet and briefcase
* goat suede jacket
* black lug sole shoes
* Ann Taylor suit, pans, shirt, scarf
* Ellen Tracy sweater, scarf
* Cashmere 3/4 length red tweed jacket
* purple wool pants. I know, I wasn't going to buy them, because what goes with purple? But I had two 10% off coupons, and they were on sale. I am a sucker for a bargain.

Halloween: I've decided to be a housewife from hell. I've got a polka dot 50s dress and a frilly apron. Horns. Maybe make gruesome halloween cookies -- severed limbs or gooey bugs or dead mice with fur. At least I don't have to buy any more new clothes. Although a sexy dress might be nice. Blue. For the party on THursday.

I need to get some sleep. Everyone thinks I should take the job. My mother. Even my favorite architects. I think it's time. Though there is some panic. I mean, I haven't even figured out what to do with my life yet, and here I am giving it up. Am I nuts?