There is a place I want to work. It is a big company. It is a big, big, company. It is literally five minutes from my house. I applied for some jobs. I have not heard back.
Therefore, lo, I am blue.
Bring then unto me your whines, your woes, your wednesday wailings. Yea verily we will celebrate them and lighten our burdens through the sharing thereof.
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wow. You applied at a new company?
already you are braver than I.
I am a creature of habit and don't know if I would ever have it in me to go Somewhere New. So congrats already on being brave and my fingers will be crossed for you Liz!
My husband is finally starting to go back to work after over two weeks off because of his torn muscle. While, yes, I do feel sorry for him - I mainly feel sorry for me.
My new job duties are working out okay...all except for the fact that I still don't have a replacement for my previous/current job. I feel I give whole new meaning to the term 'job sharing'.
How's it with you ladies? (and gents)
Liz, if it makes you feel any better, I totally flubbed my interview yesterday.
AW: I have an interview for a position I really want tomorrow.
W: I hate behavioral interviewing. I'm rather introverted around new people and I dislike feeling like I'm tooting my own horn. I also dislike feeling like I don't know the right buzzwords.
AW: At least with Tar Intarwebs, I can look this up.
Lastly, anyone want a ten and/or six year old? Mine are for sale. The intersibling warfare is free.
AW: I think they just need more sleep and are all keyed up over it being the end of school. These kids have had to make too many transitions in the last month and they've had it. They really are adorable. Most of the time.
My whine is also work-related this week (you know, for a change of pace from All Baboo, All the Time): it is apparently impossible to squeeze 20 hours of work into one 8 hour day.
This whine brought to you by Grandmothers Who Babysit so Mama Can Get Some Work Done. (AW)
I am witcha on the buzzwords whine, Miranda.
I hope that your kids get through the end of school year transition without you murderalizing them.
Quick suggestion, move bedtime up a bit.
Esperanza, can Grandma babysit an extra day?
Hugs and votes for all the work-related whineage. It's all award-worthy in my humble view.
Whine: House-selling stress. We have about three weeks to get ready for the first open house and there is SO much to do. Mostly little things, but lots of them. My head has been in uber-pain mode for the past week, so I cannot imagine how I'm going to get anything productive done. Ick. I want someone to come in just buy it without all the "staging" and fluffing that the realtor suggests.
Not going to happen.
Therefore, I fluff pillows, fix broken things and buy lemons to put on display. (What's up with that anyway???)
Anti-whine: I leave on Sunday to see the headache specialist. I'm hoping he has some answers/suggestions/ideas for me.
If he doesn't, I may have to hurt him. I'm just sayin'....
I'm with Sue on the lemons thing. When did fru-fru fruit become the decoration of choice?
Whine: finals coming up, and with it the grading of the blue books.
Anti-whine: that means the term is almost over and I am almost on vacation! (Which also means no more touchy-feely student!)
Whine: kids need a lesson in teh tone of respect when addressing parents. When did my 5yo daughter become a surly teenager?
Anti-whine: daddy, the "bad cop" is back this week from his hellish schedule, so he can orchestrate a figurative smackdown if necessary.
Final, and least important, whine: one of my students was eating Skittles in class yesterday and ever since, I've been craving Skittles. And lo, there are no skittles to be found in either the campus store OR in any vending machine on campus (yes, I've checked them all.) C'mon, folks, I only want to taste the rainbow! Why the conspiracy to torture me?
Fruit stay looking nice longer than flowers.
early style vote to quinn for
"C'mon, folks, I only want to taste the rainbow!"
early whine from me (i'll be back later with more, i'm sure):
lemons are dumb.
sorry you have to buy them, sue. much hope that you get answers from the headache dude, though.
I have to go back to work in four weeks. I'm alternately depressed and panicky about it. I hate the stupid US and its stupid crappy maternity leave structure.
Also, my boss has decided that my job could maybe be done as a 1/2 or 2/3-time thing, and is encouraging me to come back at reduced hours. Which would be great if we were a 2-income family, but we're not, and we can't afford any kind of pay cut.
To top it all off, the Onion ran a piece this week mocking women in dead-end jobs. Guess whose job is right there on the pie chart? That's right, folks: 21% of educated women are "languishing in obscurity as paralegals." Schadenfreude isn't as funny when the humor is found in your own pain.
God, I feel like such a LOSER.
Okay, antiwhine: my babies are awesome.
This story is to make all of you in the interview process feel better -
My very first interview after college was with ABC Organization.
The interviewer had questions written on note cards and the first question was "How do you define the word 'organization'?"
I proceeded to ramble on about it being a word that defines a company blah blah blah, I think I have pretty much blocked out what I said.
His second question was, "How do you rate your organizational skills?"
That's right folks. I tried to define Organization as used in the name XYZ Organization and he wanted me to define it with a lower case o. My mouth turned to the thickest cotton ever produced and my mind went completely blank. Wait, that't not true. The only thing that popped into my mind was yelling at this man about, "How can you be so stupid to ask me to define organization????" Now, I wasn't stupid enough to express those thoughts so I went with a lot of ummmms.
yeah, I didn't get that job in case anyone was wondering.
AW - I made a presentation for next week's full staff meeting that is absolutely hysterical and I can't wait to present it. It really is quite sad how much I love using Office 2007. Really. It's sad.
Can you send us copies of the presentation? I would LOVE to see it!
Hugs for everyone with work woes.
My whines are nebulous and pouty this week. Bills are annoying me--why must everything be due right now?
And I am hit with major pregnancy fatigue. Even trying to follow my "no more than 2 stops at a time" rule, I am exhausted.
And school is ending next Wednesday! Two children home all day! Eek!
You mean my houseselling would go better if I displayed some lemons? Not something my realtor has mentioned yet, but perhaps discussing fruit would bring some levity into our stressful house stuff. Sue, I totally feel your pain.
I can't decide what it says about me that I am contemplating buying a statue of St. Joseph and burying it upside down, facing out, in the back year, on the "well, it can't hurt" school of thinking. Nothing else seems to be selling houses around here.
So I am tired and weary and wondering why I thought it was a good idea to move. But oddly happy to have found moving-stressed company here on Wednesday.
i've heard that the magic house-selling charm is to poach cinnamon and vanilla until the house smells wonderful. but lemons can't hurt, at least not as much as having a fluffer around.
many hugs to all the pixies. xoxox
my regular-sized whine this week is: zits. on my nose. not fair.
I seem to have dislocated my left hip, badly enough that I can't really walk on it. I'm not even sure how I did it--this hypermobility thing can get really annoying sometimes. It's really painful trying to walk on a hip that's not properly in the joint.
My chiropractor is out on vacation until Friday. I'm really hoping the hip pops back into place at least somewhat by tomorrow morning, or I'll have to have DH stay home from work to take me to the doctor.
My whine is that blogger ate my whine!
W: Um: ambiguity is getting old on all fronts.
AW: But I got feedback on my dissertation proposal and get to schedule my committee meeting. I may be Dr. Zils yet!
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