linden_jay: (Not enough Pepsi in the world...)
... I got the job. Part-time for now. I start tonight. At 11pm. And the babies are flat-out refusing to take a nap so that I can nap too, after being worn out by the ER trip and very little sleep last night due to sick, hacking baby whose antibiotics haven't kicked in yet.

I predict that this will be a day wherein there is not enough Pepsi in the universe, let alone the world.

But- I got the job! Yay me!
linden_jay: (Baby is sleeping...shhh...)
It's been a full week since my interview, I've heard nothing yet, and they're still running the ad in the paper. I'm really not sure what to take from that... or what the policy is for what someone should do, in this eventuality. Is a follow-up email appropriate? Assuming I could find an email address to even write to. Gah. This is why I hate looking for work. Just hire me, people! I'm awesome! I will bring the internets to vouch for me! I'm organized and all kinds of shiny... can the people in my RPG who have seen my dorktastic organizational skills be my reference? Perhaps not.

The Frog and Monkey are mostly over the cold/flu/respiratory virus of doom, except that the Frog is still coughing his little lungs out. All night. Which wakes him up even more than usual, which wakes me up even more than usual. I can't tell if my sore throat is just a protest of the seasonal change and lack of sleep, or if I'm getting sick...er. Since I don't know that I ever got over being sick in the first place.

It's kind of ridiculous the stuff that happens while under the influence of lack of sleep. I know that the Frog woke me up at sometime past 5:00am. I know that I took him to bed with me and we both fell back asleep. I know that I did not put him back in his crib. I have no memory record of the Academic Husband coming in and relieving me of the Frog. So, at some point, he came in and like, literally took my wee one out of my arms and spirited away with him... and I do not remember this at all. One hopes that if it were someone, y'know, OTHER than my husband doing that, I would remember it. SIGH.

*thump*

Apr. 14th, 2010 11:03 am
linden_jay: (Otter is sleepy)
That's the sound of me hitting the floor. Ergh.

Know what's unfair? Having to be charming and intelligent in an interview on less than two hours of sleep. Oh. I had an interview. Did I mention that I had an interview? Because I had an interview. My maternity leave only covers me until mid-May, and I won't go back to work at my really job until September, and the boy's work will start to seriously slow down in June, so... job. Even though I don't want to go back to work. I want to stay home with my babies until they go to school. Why can't the world be like that? It's nofe air.

So yes. Interview. For a hotel. Which I said I'd never work at again, and yet, the ad came up in the paper, and I answered it. I think the interview went well. I think I talked too much, but that's nothing new, and at least this time I managed to keep from doing my worst ever thing I do in interviews when I get nervous--interrupting the person who's interviewing me. I mean, WTF, Jay! Way to self-sabotage!

I'll know something by the end of the week, and while I really don't want to work... I do want the job. So, think happy thoughts for me? Please?

*crashes*
linden_jay: (Otter is sleepy)
Sigh. The Frog did not sleep. I know, right? Shock. He's still sick, still snotty, and I think he keeps trying to breathe through his nose in the middle of the night, not being able to do it, and freaking himself out into a coughing fit because of it. Every. 45. to. 90. Minutes. Good grief on toast.

You know it's bad when the babies are so tired and snarky that they can't get through a bowl of applesauce. Take a bite, lip tremble, SOB. Only an hour after they wake up. Okay, back to bed for you. Never mind that Mummy hasn't slept yet, that's immaterial! Clearly we need a nap! Except... why are you bouncing in your crib? Two minutes ago you were so tired you were rubbing apple sauce in your eyes and hair... and now you're bouncing? WOT? That makes NO SENSE.

Babies are freaks, man. Also possibly evil.

I was already prepared for today to suck. I'm a month away from running out of maternity leave (I know, cry moar you Canadian, with your year long paid maternity leave), but that means that I need to find more work. Because my job won't start up again until September, because that's when the new school year starts.

There are two things I hate more than anything in the world: doing the cold call walk in the door and drop off a resume thing, and training for a new job once I get the new job. HATE HATE HATE. I hate not being good at things. I hate the fucking up until you get it right stage. Plus, I'm convinced that my resume looks like it was put together by a particularly intelligent Shi-tzu.

I think that I don't hear babies. Oh please, please let me be right. I am so tired.
linden_jay: (Heroes-Sylar-giggles while he bleeds)
As subject lines go, it's rather on the nose, but this time, I think that's okay.

I got the job, glory be, I got the job, and I'm so giddy I could spit!

I'm probably going to be posting about it more, but likely on a filter or at least flocked. If I don't have you friended, or you lurk (says the professional lurker), holler on me, and we'll see about adding you on if that's the sort of thing you'd be interested in reading--the life and times of Jay: International Superclerk. I mean... I get business cards. That's kind of badass.

Okay, not really.

And now--bed. Details later. But for now?

I got the job, I got the job, I got the job!!!
linden_jay: (Ewan McGregor has come for the porn)
So, the AH's substitute teaching position today?

Dance.

I've been making fun of him since he got the call. Of course, teaching dance for him has turned into letting both classes watch Step Up (which means he has to watch it twice), but still. Poor, poor Lutheran boy, teaching dance. I'm gonna get a LOT of mileage out of this one, I tell ya.

In other news, I'm officially on the on call list for the school district as secretarial relief. And I just got my first posting--a whole week of working in an elementary school library for half a day, each day. I guess I really am going to need to go out tomorrow and buy a pair of shoes. Damn.

I'm still waiting to hear back about the actual job I interviewed for, but they said it would be awhile before I heard back one way or another, so I'm trying to be patient. But in the meantime, sorting books and helping little kids check them out? Sounds good to me, dude.

My mom and I are going on a massive trip to Superstore tonight to build up stuff in my kitchen, which should be totally awesome in that I will then have FOOD. Which probably means I should finish organizing the kitchen-ack!

Two more days until I have internet at my house again. Believe me--I'm counting.
linden_jay: (James Purefoy- giggle)
Well, first of all, yesterday there was a bear.

Wee, cute little bear, that ambled up and along the side lawn, past my house, and up into the meadow. I got a picture of it (maybe), but that'll have to wait until I burn off a whole roll of film (because yes, I am one of those crazy people who has not succumbed to the digital revolution). I have however gotten a cell phone after 5 years of not having one, but that's a whole different kettle of lampshades.

I also got an apartment. )

In other good news, my Nana is out of the rehab centre and back in her own place. )

Also, I haven't mentioned anything about it because I didn't want to jinx it, but I've been on a series of job interviews over the last week or so. )
linden_jay: (Ophelia)
...went pretty well, I think. The drive out to Stratford was beautiful- London is such a grimy city a lot of the time, and it was just nice to see fields and countryside. It really reminded the AH of Saskatchewan... maybe that's why he dragged me out here. Knew he couldn't get me to move to actual Saskatchewan, so he found it's Ontario equivalent.

We got there in less than an hour, over 40 minutes before I was due for the interview, and had less trouble finding the building than I expected, so we went for Tim Hortons (just when you thought this entry couldn't get anymore classically Canadian *snort*).

The interview itself...  )
linden_jay: (Jay doll)
I finally got a few pictures of Loki developed and put on photo cd, (I really need to get a scanner or digital camera *gripes*) so if you want to see puppy cuteness, tis all behind the cut... )

In slightly other news... I quit my job at the movie theatre. This probably seems a bit presumptuous considering that I haven't even interviewed for Stratford yet, (but give me two hours...) but it's been a decision that's been coming for some time now. I've got 4 days left, and even that is feeling like it's too long.

Sorry if I missed anyone I was meant to see last night- I actually went to bed early, (one am- aren't you all proud!) but I'll be back later on this afternoon/evening.

And now I go off to put on makeup for interviewy thing. Am I supposed to be nervous? Because I'm still not.

Hope I still actually own some makeup... hmmm...
linden_jay: (Ophelia)
I just got an interview for a position as a Production Assistant for the Stratford Festival of Canada. This is... live theatre in Canada doesn't get any better than this. I applied, but as much as I hoped I'd even get an interview, I didn't actually think it was going to happen- and it DID!

Oh my god, I think I need a paper bag to breathe into. Thank god I've got over a week to calm down build up a healthy dose of freak out before the actual interview happens.

*tries to be calm and reasonable* And it's just an interview- nothing is set yet, I still have to get through that first. Plus, it's an hour away, and I'd have to get a car, which certainly isn't cheap. It's a lot more hours and a lot more work than I'm doing right now...

Ah, fuck it- I can be reasonable and practical tomorrow. I got an interview at the Stratford Shakespeare festival, and that's gonna keep me happy a long damned time, whether I get the job or not. WHOOO HOOO!
linden_jay: (wizzard- league of shadows dance trainin)
...not that they actually perform outside when it's raining this badly, but me getting there still involves a very, very wet Jay.

It was fun. Not hard at all- just selling tickets and handing out raffle tickets, but it's made me realize that there is an actual theatre community in London. It's not huge, but it's there... and it doesn't have a lot of Stage Managers.

What am I? Oh that's right... imma stage manager.

So, I've had an epiphany. Maybe, just maybe, I should get up off my arse and actually look for a job that has something to do with the degree I went to school for. I was talking to a guy last night, and it doesn't even seem like I'd need to join the unions in order to do that, so I really think I'm going to go for it. Even if I'm having to look for work more, it's a word of mouth business, and if you do well, a lot of the time, people are seeking you out. And while it doesn't pay a lot right off the bat when you compare it to a profession, say, or being a teacher, which is the whole ultimate goal, it pays more than working at a movie theatre, which I'm rapidly disliking more and more.

Plus, the AH said if this works out, and I like it, we could look at moving to Stratford [has a HUGE Shakespeare festival that's months long, tons of theatre there] once he's finished with the having-to-take-classes part of his doctorate. So that's something too.

So that's my great epiphany. Now I just have to get up off my butt and do something about it.

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