There's hope for me

From the text for the complex variables course I'm taking:

Ordinarily, modern advances in the theory of complex variables for problems that are of a level comprehensible to readers of this book are extremely rare. A remarkable exception occurred in the year 1984--within the lifetime of many readers--for it was then that a relatively obscure mathematician at Purdue University, Louis de Branges, published his solution of a famous unsolved problem in functions of a complex variable: the Bieberbach conjecture...He was 54 years old at the time of his breakthrough, an age at which most mathematicians are beyond their best work...

(p. 259, Complex Variables with Applications, A. David Wunsch)

So maybe I will be able to write that proof!

I'm going to be nice and warm this winter

A package, a rather large package, an unexpected package arrived on my doorstep late yesterday afternoon. My special sisters Teresa, Pixie, TOSP, Gigi, and blogless sisters Sue, Nell, Mirm, Barbara, and Joey conspired and had a fur lined coat made for me. It is the most beautiful, warm, soft, gorgeous coat. Since the temperature today was struggling to make it to 50 degrees, I wore the coat to my math class.

So even if I have no job and no way of heating my house, I can bundle up in my new coat and stay warm.

The erstwhile housemate took a picture. The house is a mess, I look like h*ll, but you can get an idea of just how nice the coat is.

Still no job

I went to the interview last week. Turns out that I was one of six people being interviewed - no second interviews. Okay. Not my dream job (which I'm not qualified for anyway), but a job that I'd be good at and would really like to get. A decision was going to be made early this week and then everyone would be notified. Beyond an acknowledgement of my "thank you for the interview" communication, I've heard nothing. Looks like I'm going to continue to be unemployed.

So would some one please explain to my car that it has to stop with the mystery noise and can't break right now cause I can't afford to fix the stuff that the mechanic says needs to be done in the next 4 months or so.

I should have really really hated the job because then I would have gotten it and the car-car would get lots of tender loving care.

I have an interview...

this Wednesday. Woohoo!

Course I'm convinced that by telling you all this, it guarantees that I'll not get a job out of it. But at least someone wants to talk to me.

Just so Harvey doesn't have to sadly shuffle off

In two weeks I'll have been unemployed for five months. I'm just a little bit depressed. Apparently I'm too old, too stupid, and too uneducated (or over educated around here) to get a job.

There has been a bright spot the last month. I'm taking a course in complex variables. But it's also kind of sad because I've been realizing how much I've missed math courses. Maybe I should sell the house and my furniture, pack my books, computer, and cat in the car, then live homeless in the car and sneak into math courses at various and sundry universities. I can take a drudge job at Micky D's to buy gas, books, and food for the cat. Does that sound like a plan?