Jobs and wires and boxes, oh my...

When I woke up this morning, I had an email from Arizona HR saying the job I applied for on June 24th had been modified, and an invitation to apply for the new position offered. I had to wait until 8am their time to speak to an administrator because I was locked out of my account and couldn't access the job board. After I was able to log in, it was a pretty simple process to complete the application for the new opening. I emailed back to say I'd done so and to thank the lady for alerting me to the change.

Then I looked outside. It was still raining. So I looked back through my email and saw the email I'd gotten back from a community college in Arizona last week advising that the position I'd applied for  with them had been revoked. What is it with folks advertising jobs only to yank it back a week later? I found the new, comparable opening and applied for it.

Then the Babaloo and I saw an opening in the rain so we went out to figure out the wiring on the Prowler. The mechanic from last week was absolutely confounded by the trailer. He did manage to install the 7-way plug on the truck using standard wiring format.

But where are the colors?!

This part involved crawling under the truck to confirm.

The Babaloo points out: the ground was wet and gross.

And then we figured out what should connect to what.

But then it was raining again and wiring and rain do not mix.

I also didn't manage to get out to donate anything today, but I did finally work my way through all the boxes stored under the bed. You may note that my bed is raised on cinder blocks. This is so I would have room to store boxes of stuff and sweaters. I donated half my sweaters earlier this week.

That box is empty.

Then I had a problem, because I finally found, waaaaayyyyy up under the bed, the missing box of photographs I've been trying to find for about six months. I've been yanking photos out of frames and putting them all in one file box with the end goal of organizing them and putting them in an album. Some of you may remember that this was my winter break project; thesis research took precedence.

Storage bin, file box, boxes of photos, and boxes of files.

The reason the hanging files are in a box instead of an actual file box? Good question. When we moved into this apartment, I downsized and got rid of a 4'Hx4'W lateral filing cabinet. They had to go somewhere. 

Clearly it was time to shuffle things. So, shuffle, I did.

Photos, family trees, babies' first haircuts, several handprints, 

scouting badges, and Han Solo et al.

Hanging files in the file box!

A box and a bin to take to The Scrap Exchange...

I have to finish filling this with clothes and shoes to donate.

But look at all the boxes I emptied today!

The Babaloo took four bags of trash to the dumpster today. I am sad to say that one of my favorite pairs of shoes had lost its flocking while languishing at the back of the closet. I did have some help from the kids today, since I had them look through all the papers I'd saved since their preschool/kindergarten days. They did pause to try to decipher some of their early writing journals, but in the end they were pretty brutal about chunking the stuff. 

And? I gave an unused Spongebob poncho to the neighbor lady. HEY! I did kind of donate something today! ...and their kid will get plenty of use out of it, since it's never going to stop raining here.