Showing posts with label job hunting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label job hunting. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Something I read a little bit ago...and some other stuff.

I became a 'fan' of the Coffee Party Movement on Facebook a while back...and have been pleasantly surprised by the content of the posts.  While I fully admit to being a bleeding-heart liberal, I often become a little nauseated by the incessant bitching of my contemporaries.  I'm more of a "Freedom and equality for all, peace, love, happiness, etc...but please leave me the hell alone" kinda liberal, I guess.  Anyway, a post came up a little bit ago that I really liked.

"Imagine if we had policies and laws that prioritized happiness and well-being over productivity and profit. Consider that the Declaration of Independence mentions the right to the pursuit of happiness, not the pursuit of profit."


So...Imagine that.  Imagine 1 year paid maternity (and paternity) leave!  Forced vacations.  Less talk in the media about The War On....something... and more talk positive things happening to people.  Less focus on dollar signs and more and passions.  How many people would REALLY be doing what they're currently doing if money weren't a consideration?  I know that since having my kid, I've been more inclined to look for and apply to jobs at soulless corporations that pay well but would leave me emotionally crippled.  Wouldn't it be nice if the focus was on real, individual people instead of assets and earnings?  


In other news, I FINALLY have a job interview!  :)  I am very VERY excited!!!  It isn't at one of those soulless companies, either.  It's at the local behavioral health facility... even though I don't believe I'd be doing much direct interaction with clients, at least at the end of the day I'll still feel like I was a part of something worthwhile.  The pay is about half of what I'm worth, but right now I'm focusing on what'll be close to home and give me the most possible time with my kid.  Childcare will still be a bit complicated, as will transportation...but I'm sure that everything will come together when it's right.


The most difficult thing about potentially rejoining the workforce actually has nothing at all to do with working.  I quite like having a job and interacting with people.  I'm just not looking forward to spending any amount of time away from my son.  It isn't that I don't trust the people who'll be watching him... it's just that I've been here every single day for nearly 16 months...watching every bit of development as it happens... I am going to miss so much.  I just have to remind myself that by going to work, I'll be putting him in a position to develop further providing him the means to do so....it just breaks my heart knowing I won't be there for everything anymore :(  Where oh where is my winning lottery ticket?!  


Back to the first point... if money weren't a consideration, I'd be an artist and a writer...and I'd have a few more kids... and I'd just stay home all day completely indulging my kids.  It'd be awesome.  


Oliver is a pretty loquacious little thing lately.  He's learned to say 'butt'...and does so while smacking people in the butt.  It seems that he's trying to form sentences, and come up with the proper names for things.  He saw a trash truck the other morning and said 'trash truck car' (tra tru cah).  


He's still using food to lubricate his fingers so that he can stick them farther up his nose.


He's also a total little lover.  I worried what he'd be like with little babies because...they're little...and he's not exactly gentle with the cat.  I found out over the weekend, though.  One day we went to visit a little boy who is 8 months old, and Oliver was a big helper baby.  He tried to pick the younger boy up and tried to help him walk.  His efforts usually ended with both babies falling over, but it was pretty cute.  It was also a nice realization that my kid likes littler kids.  The next day we went to visit an old friend from high school who recently had a baby girl.  Oliver was smitten.  I held the 1-month old beautiful baby girl...and Oliver kissed her over and over and over.  It was absolutely precious.


Anyway.... this is taking a very long time... and I'd rather be watching Oliver eat a plout.  

Saturday, June 26, 2010

I should have written yesterday...

For whatever reason, I was full of information and insight yesterday...and today I am not. I spent a good deal of time working on getting freelancing projects, I watched a movie, played a word game, and read a little bit of Bill Bryson's A Short History of Nearly Everything.
It's an excellent book, so far. I had a near-complete breakdown 10 pages in though... Reading something that requires some degree of deep thought when tired is very frustrating. I don't think I'm capable of contemplating the concept of nothing after 8pm. Reading about physics and cosmology is exactly what I need to stop the feeling of mental decay associated with no longer being a student.

I also made a chicken casserole. I'd share the recipe, if there was one... I just threw a bunch of random veggies, some noodles, and some chicken in a casserole dish and topped it with bread sticks. Calling it a chicken casserole is really deceptive, since it's more like a garlic casserole. It wasn't intentional...and it's a good thing I love garlic. Evidently, Oliver is also a fan of garlic. The leftovers have permeated the entire fridge...AND freezer...with the potent stench of garlic...mmmmmm. :) No vampires are going to be visiting my house... :)

Yesterday Oliver and I got matching 4th of July shirts :) I was soooo happy to find out that my town is going to be celebrating on the 3rd this year. The public excuse for this is that nothing will be open on the 4th... the REAL reason is that 90% of the town's population will be at church on the 4th. For a long time I was worried that Oliver was going to be missing out on the festivities, and that made me sad...and not really want to participate myself. BUT! We'll be watching the parade...going to the water fight...wandering around a bit...and hopefully he'll get an extra good nap so that he'll be up for the fireworks! :) And hopefully this year I don't lock my keys AND phone in the car. Last year, Oliver was tiny for all of this...just 3 months old... but he did sooooo well. He LOVED the motorcycles in the parade and the fireworks...we'll see what he loves this year :)

Last night, before settling in with my book, I flipped through the channels. It seems we're having a free preview of Cinemax. I am not impressed. Well, not by the actual movies...but I am quite impressed by the cleverness of the titles for the various soft core (I think?) porns that were on... The Devil Wears Nada... Cleavagefield...Co-Ed Confidential: When Virgins Attack! (I genuinely hope that you're able to sense the sarcasm with which this paragraph is written...)

In Oliver news - A blimp flew by yesterday. It was flying pretty fast and...crazy. I've never seen one move like that...or at all, really. Oliver was very interested in it. He pointed and said 'airplane' quite a few times :)

And what else did my boy (who will be 15 months old in 2 days) do yesterday?? He peed in his potty again! :) I'm such a proud mama.

He also really likes to take out the trash...from his diaper genie or from the bathroom. He can lift the bathroom trash because it's such a tiny bag...and he'll carry it outside to the big trashcan. :) He can't lift the diaper genie bag, but he sure does try! He drags it..usually pretty far. We're also getting to the point where putting toys away is a game. He'll put away one toy at a time, but gets sidetracked a lot.

Right now he's at the door to the sun room, trying to figure out the door knob. I think that's one milestone we can skip for now :) I'd rather he learn a few new words...

OH! One more thing. Monsoons have arrived!!! :) It's tough to decide which is better: monsoons or spring... both are such amazing times in the desert...they both smell good (and I'm allergic to both). The last 2 nights have been much hotter than I'd like, but the smell of rain nearly made up for the heat. I get very nostalgic during monsoons...and spend more time than I should thinking about all the great summers I've had. Part of me so badly wants to teach just so that I can always have summers.

Well, I'm off to do more job hunting and playing.