Or better yet, how many search phrases does it take to find a job description close enough even to apply to?
June Cleaver is a bit tired folks. Tired of being June. Mostly because she isn't June. No matter how she may try. Come on, me? June Cleaver? We all knew THAT wasn't going to work out, didn't we? I have enjoyed being at home with Dean, I will never deny that, nor would I ever want this time taken away. But I'm starting to feel trapped, like a caged animal. Sometimes I resent being at home.
Dean and I have our routine; up in the morning, breakfast, wrestle with him to PUT ON SOME DAMN CLOTHES ALREADY CHILD, and then we are off to the gym. After the gym, a quick shower, lunch and drop him off at preschool. That leaves me about 2 1/2 hours to clean, do laundry, tidy up the house (cause, uh, ever since I lost my job, the clothes and dishes never quite make it to where they used to...LIKE WHERE THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PEOPLE!!!!!) before I pick up Dean and the madness starts again (sweet madness).
And I get that, I do, and I wouldn't mind if I wasn't supposed to TRY AND FIND A JOB AT THE SAME TIME! It's just simply impossible. It's simply....exhausting. And frustrating. My unemployment anniversary is coming up in about a week. Doesn't that call for champagne?
I'll admit, I'd never been unemployed before in my life before, and I truly thought when I was first let go that this stint was going to be about a 6 month vacation and no more. Damn was I wrong.
Chris never EVER hounds me to get a job. Not at all. But I know he'd like it, and we'd be allot better off, even if I could make 3/4 of what I used to. And that's the problem....taking a job that paid less would be pointless given the costs of gas, daycare, etc, and who the hell wants to hire someone with a Masters to cook your fries? Not many people.
Anyhow, enough bitching. June has a Super Bowl Sunday menu to work on. And who the hell am I supposed to cheer for? (all I care about is my squares people!)
Really.... as far as I can tell.... I still don't have a JOB. (say it slowly...jjjj...jj..j oooo o b). It's been almost a year, and yet, I'm compelled to buy a "work" skirt because of the cool, shiny embellishments on it?
WTF is wrong with me? Ok, yes, it was on sale, amazingly so, and it beckoned me with longing, beautiful fawn like eyes, BUT STILL!!!!
It looks really cool on, I might add. Not that I'm going to be wearing it anytime soon.
My latest interview? How does one describe an interview where one was asked virtually NO questions? As a matter of fact, I wouldn't even call that an interview so mush as I would a "meet and greet" (without the coffee and danish). I met with 2 directors and 1 VP level type for this interview and the toughest question asked was "so what did you like most about your last job, what did you like least?". Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh. Really? This included the higher ups from HR (and actually, they were the ones to daringly ask this nut cracking question). However, what they also asked, the one question that REALLY sparked my interest, "So, have you heard anything about our company or Bob*?"
Oh, so this is really obviously about Bob. Bob, who owns the privately held company, and can ask of you pretty much anything he wants. Yes, I know about Bob, I have a friend that worked for your company briefly, and yet I am still here for this interview. That's what I should have said, but I didn't (lord knows why, damn deer in the headlights reaction I guess). They went on to describe him as "quirky" admitting that you sometimes just have to nod your head yes, when in reality, you know that whatever he's asking for is never going to happen. Again, not your typical interview by any means.
Also not typical, I always, at every interview ask whomever my direct supervisor will be how long they've worked at XYZ and how do they like it. Never before have I gotten the response of "some days it's ok, and some days I hate it." I HATE IT? Not your typical interview by any means, at all.
It became very apparent that they really weren't concerned with my skill set at all. I guess once you've passed the phone interview, everyone is on an equal playing field as far as the candidates go (and they have allot to look at I was told.I'm sure they need many). It became apparent that what they are looking for is someone who will be able to "handle" Bob and his micro managing skills. And possibly be his new BFF.
That's not me. Although I'd be up for the challenge. Bring it on Bob. I'm sure I blew it when I mentioned that I did not perform well being micro managed. I just don't. However, after saying that, I did mention that my last boss did praise me with "I don't know exactly what you're doing every day, but that's ok, because I only get great feedback about you". That's just how I work.
Then you shouldn't have bought her a Kindle for Christmas. Dude, seriously. You know that besides makeup, shoes, purses, and crack cocaine, I am ADDICTED to nothing else but reading. What were you thinking? Me, I'm thinking about changing the access codes to our Amazon account so that I don't have to hear about it anymore. But baby really, I just bought the last of the Hunger Games series...I'll slow down now, I promise. Kind of.
Everyone should read this series, because with all of the birds falling out of the sky and the fish jumping ship as well, we all may need to know how to survive with nothing and snare a mutant squirrel for dinner. You never know.
And for the record, so far, I am so team Peeta. I'm not even sure if there is supposed to be a Team Gale, but, whatever (I am not posting a link to Gale, because every one I find gives up too much of the story).
If you are able to read "run Jane run, see Dick run", then you will be able to read and enjoy The Hunger Games. Simple, decadent, guilty pleasure. Set to the reading level of a 16 year old, for some of my more challenged friends (you know who you are).