The Daily Dose of Job Hunting Advice
I'm so glad to see I'm not the only one that respects the art of visual presentation! This is hysterical.
I'm so glad to see I'm not the only one that respects the art of visual presentation! This is hysterical.
I know I look really fat in the above pictures, but I thought they were cute of the kids. Picture at at the park was taken at Union Square Park in NYC. Had an awesome time! Others were at the Jersey shore. I couldn't believe how fearless CJ was in the ocean. That's Mom in the one second from above. Or "paw-paw" as CJ calls her.
The eye doctor's office called about CJ's surgery. It's 9/21. They said he should be expected to have double vision for about a day and red eyes for about a week. They won't be able to assess the success or failure of fixing the misalignment until 2 months after the surgery. Doctor said he performs 10-15 of these a week. A relief to know, however, still not completely comforting. God, I'm nervous for him. D and I haven't decided exactly how to break the news to him yet. Not looking forward to this.
I'm at work, so I'm trying to sneak in another post quickly. During my rant and rave on the current state of this country (which I will get back to shortly in another post), I received a phone call from an HR Recruiter who says they want to make me an offer on the job I interviewed for last Monday. For those keeping up, this is not the job in Chicago, but the one here in Columbus at the same company. Still a step up, but not as large a step up as the one in Chicago. I don't have solid numbers yet for the offer, as that is "still in the process", but he will be contacting me probably within the next day or so with that. Are corporations fucked up or what? How long does it take and how many people does it have to go through to get an offer approved? But I digress. Don't get me started on HR corporate politics, too.
So I'm perusing the NY Times last night after the kids were in bed, and became enraged once I saw the photo essay in the magazine section. Please see this article. What got me enraged was the obvious: we are spending Billions (yes, with a capital "B") daily on our war in Iraq to supposedly rebuild that country (which we haven't yet because we're still bombing them!), and we have people in the richest country in the world living like this? Still, after a year later??? I cannot fathom this. It is a complete outrage. These pictures looked like something from a third world country -- but, no, they are of our fellow citizens here in America. It is so true that if the hurricane had hit a wealthy coastal area, this kind of decay would not continue. Shame on everyone in government who continues to stand by and do nothing about our own backyard, while funneling more money to the senseless war a half world away.
So I've been invited to a personal interview with the hiring manager on the Chicago job. She is located in Troy, Michigan, which is about 200 miles from where I am, and there is also a possibility that, if I am the ideal candidate, I might be able to stay in Columbus since the team is spread out between Ohio, Michigan and Chicago anyway. I'm so excited, I can hardly wait. The interview is on Friday, Sept 8th, which is an extruciatingly 2 weeks away. My gut tells me that I must be at least one of the top candidates for the position, because why would she ask me to travel so far, right? Well, there's more to the story, because as we know in life (at least mine, that is), there is always a snafu that comes with an opportunity. To share a little background, this job pays a HELL of a lot more than what I get paid right now. So, in the corporate world, there is a thing called "natural progression" - meaning, HR doesn't like to make a habit of letting low-level employees like me get promoted so high. (Maybe that makes them look bad, like, "Why did we hire this chick for such a low-level job in the first place ? Why didn't we give her a better opportunity so far?) Regardless of my work experience and whether I'm qualified or not! So, I was consulting with a trusted source from the company about my situation, and the story is that, if I become the ideal candidate, the hiring manager could fight for me, however HR might put the "kabash" (sic?) on my opportunity because of their corporate management! All I have to say is that those HR fuckers better not screw this up for me. Why do I have to keep getting penalized for taking a low-level job, when all I was doing was trying to put food on the table and couldn't find any other work! Then I had another baby. All I'm trying to do is get paid a fair price for my abilities. That's all! Well, enough of me screaming about this. We'll see what happens on the 8th. Hell, the hiring manager might not even want me after all anyway, which would make the whole HR thing moot. God, how I have such a love/hate relationship with this company. I love that they gave me a 3 month paid maternity leave, and then hate them because they manage their non-exempt employees like crap and treat me like a peon. *Exhale* Glad I got that off my chest.
One more thought for today... Does anyone else NOT feel guilty when they haven't unpacked from a vacation that they have been home from for over 4 days? I'm still tripping over me & D's suitcases that are still full of clothes on our our bedroom floor. And not to mention the train table in the kids' room that has become the dumping ground for their suitcases that are still unpacked. We live in a small townhouse, and my living room looks like a day care center, the basement needs all kinds of organization, the kitchen is being overrun by an army of ants, my plants outside are dying, and our bedrooms are disaster areas. And don't get me started on the pee in the bathroom from the boys I live with! And CJ has some toy rigged in the boys' bedroom with an alarm that goes off everytime you pass by it -- it likes "wee ooo wee ooo" when you pass by it. It's like a police siren. D has his art library books and newspapers piled up all over the corners of the living room, you constantly have to move things off the kitchen table in order to eat, A's toys are getting bigger and bigger, and you could write your name on the furniture in our bedroom. I'm really not a slob, I swear to you!, but it seems impossible to keep a clean house anymore. Is this a house of insanity or what??
So I haven't been pumping milk now for about 3 weeks and I noticed this morning that my boobs have totally shrunk. I was thoroughly enjoying the cleavage. It was fun to be a D while it lasted. Now back to my B/C cups. Ho hum.
And so does my favorite tv series, Six Feet Under. As a non-HBO subscriber, I was forced to wait for the DVD. Watched the final episode last night. *exhale* What a great show.
So D & I are watching the final season on DVD of what I think is the most well written, well acted, humanly touching television series ever created: Six Feet Under. I was crying my eyes out last night watching the 2nd to last episode because of what happened to the main character. We plan on watching the last episode tonight. We don't have HBO, so I always watched the series on DVD when they release it.
And one more thing... with just 5 days to go before D & I drive about 1200 miles on our vacation, BP has decided to shut down their pipeline, most likely causing gas prices to soar even higher. Looks like our gas budget for the vaca just doubled. D & I have the worst fucking luck.
So after I calmed down from my rage about the Republicans sabotaging the Minimum Wage bill, I went home after work on Friday, rushed around with the kids, collected my thoughts, had a glass of wine, and completed my last day of pumping. It took me a while to come to that decision, but after slowly decreasing my pumping to once a day over the past week, my output dramatically decreased as well, and as of Friday, I pumped out only an ounce. I was troubled and emotional about making this decision, however, I am extremely happy and proud of myself with how well my breastfeeding experience went this time around. My first attempt at breastfeeding with C 4 years ago was a complete disaster, which led to me breastfeeding only 1 week and then pumping for about 2 months. So it didn't go AT ALL how I had planned and it was MUCH more difficult than I anticipated. Not to mention D & I were stuck in L.A., out of work with a newborn, with the country in shock fresh on the heels of the 9/11 attacks. No employment to be found. But anyway, I am sure the stress contributed to it, but I vowed that I would make a better effort this time around and make the best of it. Which is what I did. I became the kind of breastfeeding mom that I wanted to be: I put A to my breast minutes after his birth, and I bit my lip through the sore nipples and pumped some until they healed and then got right back in the saddle (which is what I didn't do with C). I also fed him everywhere and in front of everybody. I really wasn't shy about it. I recall when he was about 6 weeks old, I brought him and C to the Franklin County Conservatory and we had just gotten there when A needed to be fed. I was not going to trek the mile back to the car on that freezing February day, and the ladies room did not have a lounge (which I couldn't believe!). The only place to land myself was on sofa chairs right in front of the elevator! So I had no choice but to whip it out, in front of gawking conservatory visitors, not expecting to be greeted by a boob on the way to the atrium. But hey, the kid had to eat! And I remembered being so psyched when I perfected the art of breastfeeding while lying down. Wow, the convenience store was in full swing then. And I recall my husband's face when I would leave the house without a bottle of pumped milk. It really was "have boob, will travel" and I loved it that way. And then of course, the inevitable happened when he was 3 months old, and I had to return to work. So our lovely "have boob, will travel" system disintegrated because A just didn't seem to want to go from boob to bottle anymore, with the exception of the middle of the night feeding. And then the middle of the night feeding stopped around mid-May when he started sleeping through the night.
It seems as though the Republican party does not think the rich are rich enough and the poor are poor enough, and that the middle class isn't sustaining both of them enough. They rejected the bill to increase the minimum wage today. This is a complete atrocity. Do they have any idea how unrealistic it is to assume you can survive on a minimum wage job? I can't take it anymore. Please read more at www.rawstory.com.