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2004.11.26

Buried

I have a lead on a job. In an office. Without customers. Without potpourri. Without having to work every second my husband is home in order to make any significantly helpful cash.

Instead I would work during the day like normal people do. Max will go to daycare and unlike Madison I think Max would really love daycare. Things to do all day long! Because he and I find one another boring in general. In the past this wasn't an option, working during the day, for several reasons. Paying for two children in daycare would eat away at any take home pay I would make, Madison would never have adjusted to daycare well, she needs lots of down time and likes the slower pace of at home life (like her mother).

I have a referral for this job and I am absolutely qualified to do this job and I am currently furiously reading about resumes and using your 'non traditional' work in your resume and I'm making myself totally insane while I try to send out the resume and cover letter which will get me this job because I can taste this with every one of my tastebuds.

I need this to happen because applying for, and not getting, several minimum wage jobs has beaten my shaky self esteem to pieces. I've begun to resent Logan and his limitless talents. He designs, he makes champagne cage chairs, he draws, he decorates cakes, he likes people, he's nice to everyone, he draws blueprints for homes.....could he share some of the marketable skills over here?

Pray with all the power of the internet I get this job. This job that in 6 months I'll be quietly (I'm not about to get Dooced) hating because that's how I am...never happy. But at least I'll be hating the job and cashing a paycheck, unlike now when I loudly hate my job but don't even get a paycheck.

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Best wishes for this job, you never know, you may not hate it for a whole year!

Let's see... and you make people laugh, you are a good friend, you play a mean devil's advocate, your writing pulls people in, you make the most adorable sweaters and kitty/devil hats that people would seriously pay for, you had mushroom hair and lived to tell about it in a way that makes people wish they had mushroom hair just so they could live to tell about it the way you did, and you knew, even at a young, naive age, that sandals and socks simply do not go together.

Do not tell me you have no marketable skills.

Good luck, Melissa.

Let's hear it for cashing a paycheck! I hope you get it, seething quietly at a job you hate for money is better than quietly seething while being broke.

Good luck w/ the job situation! :)

And I'm chuckling at the ads that are currently on your site: "Viagra generic," "Free 17" Apple...Testers wanted," and "Sexy Personals w/ Pix."

I'll send a little prayer up to St. Martin for you. He's good with stuff like this.

Best of luck with the job Melissa. I know how hard it is, and what a shock to the already fragile self esteem knockbacks can be. I went back to fulltime work when my boys were 9 and nearly 11 (now 10 and 12) and haven't looked back, however now, I hate it as you said you would :)
Now, go get 'em!

I hope you get the job! ((((wishes for good luck))))))

De-lurking to wish you well on the job. Do not sell yourself short, OK?

Melissa,
I have two masters degrees and I spent miserable months looking for a job...any job. I got turned down as a bookstore clerk, a coffee shop barista and a many other places. My thought is that they are just afraid that you are too good for the job and will leave them and move on leaving them behind...it's probably true.

Karen

Karen is TOTALLY right. Especially about this particular job.

we don't have potpourri, but they use this god-awful cinnamon air freshener to cover when they poop.
And you don't have to be too nice. You'll be a cop of sorts, so you can be mean sometimes. That's my favorite part!

Miao.

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