I knew we wouldn't be able to afford healthcare, or much else for that matter. So I called up my BFF, broke the news, and she sprang into action. I was relieved when she told me she'd even come to the SRS office with me.
I had to go to this particular clinic first, to take a 5 dollar pregnancy test. I remember them telling my BF and Ely that they couldn't come back with me. The nurses spent more time talking to me then they did testing my urine.
He's not going to be mad at you is he?
You can tell me if there is abuse...
I know Ely looked like the kind of guy that would hit someone but believe me when I say, I could take him. I wasn't afraid of him. In fact, I thought he should be afraid of me.
At the SRS Office we ended up getting into an argument and my BF started to see his true colors. He was stubborn and couldn't compromise. We both sucked it up, though, before we met with our coordinator. We ended up being eligible for 1 month of food stamps and medicare only.
The list of doctors I had to chose from were surprisingly long. I looked through them, not knowing how to chose, and chose an older man at a nearby hospital. I made my appointment and eagerly awaited that day.
Another friend started unloading all of her baby stuff on me. I busied myself with What to Expect when you Expecting and figured by the time of my appointment, I'd be able to hear the heartbeat.
I started getting morning sickness, but it was manageable. I started craving things. I'd order Chinese but also have someone pick me up french fries from McDonald's. I'd crave a steak from a local grill place but when I got there the smell would almost make me sick and I'd order a potato instead. I started to eat less and less meat.
At the doctor's appointment, I talked to a nurse for a while. She asked me questions and I asked her some. She left and told me the doctor would be in shortly. 20 minutes later an older doctor walked in. He dropped some goo on my stomach and looked for a heartbeat. He said it must be under 3 months and to come back in a month and left. It was such a cold visit, I don't even remember if Ely was there.
And one night, I noticed there was bleeding. I had read somewhere that sometimes blood is normal, so I didn't panic, too much. I told Ely he had to take me to the closest hospital.
Wednesday, April 30
Tuesday, April 29
Part I: Surprise!
I literally saw my life flash before my eyes. I had thought that had only happened at the brink of death. I guess life altering situations can make you do this, too.
I was 18 years old, living in a one bedroom apartment with an ex, "Ely". He had been my best friend for years through high school. The night my father told me, through his whiskey breath, not to come home, he took me in. I had no where else to go, really. Maybe to Florida.
I was working as a receptionist at a salon, not quite full time. I was also going to school for cosmetology. It wasn't difficult and I liked it. Not something I would do for the rest of my life, but I figured it would be a good starting point.
Ely worked at a fast food place for a while, making less then I. They wanted him to be a manager, though, so we put up with the random stores he had to go to for training for 10 hours straight. I was the only one with a car. Ely grew tired of it and started complaining about how he was being treated. One day he just quit.
I somehow supported both of us while he "looked" for another job. He always had his friends over late, and I wouldn't have cared if they were getting smashed and being obnoxiously loud. I had school, after all.
We started to resent each other. I resented him for not having a job and not cleaning up at all, along with being a huge pack rat. He resented me for nagging him when he just wanted to have fun.
Our arguments were bad. He always tried to leave and I would be the pathetic one and beg him to stay. He would always end up inviting one of his friends over and they would either both stay or both go.
He did finally get a job, making about as much as I did. He blew a lot of it on alcohol. We lived off a lot of cheeseburgers.
In June, I discovered I was pregnant. I was scared, mostly. I didn't know how to tell him or what he would say. I mulled it over a long time before I told him.
Of course, he flipped out. He wanted me to get an abortion and though I never believed in that, I considered it. I even agreed to it, but the next night I told him I would never be able to live with myself. I told him if he had a problem with it, then he should get the fuck out and never come back.
Unfortunatly for me, he stayed. And while they're were some good times, they were ususally shadowed by bad ones.
I was 18 years old, living in a one bedroom apartment with an ex, "Ely". He had been my best friend for years through high school. The night my father told me, through his whiskey breath, not to come home, he took me in. I had no where else to go, really. Maybe to Florida.
I was working as a receptionist at a salon, not quite full time. I was also going to school for cosmetology. It wasn't difficult and I liked it. Not something I would do for the rest of my life, but I figured it would be a good starting point.
Ely worked at a fast food place for a while, making less then I. They wanted him to be a manager, though, so we put up with the random stores he had to go to for training for 10 hours straight. I was the only one with a car. Ely grew tired of it and started complaining about how he was being treated. One day he just quit.
I somehow supported both of us while he "looked" for another job. He always had his friends over late, and I wouldn't have cared if they were getting smashed and being obnoxiously loud. I had school, after all.
We started to resent each other. I resented him for not having a job and not cleaning up at all, along with being a huge pack rat. He resented me for nagging him when he just wanted to have fun.
Our arguments were bad. He always tried to leave and I would be the pathetic one and beg him to stay. He would always end up inviting one of his friends over and they would either both stay or both go.
He did finally get a job, making about as much as I did. He blew a lot of it on alcohol. We lived off a lot of cheeseburgers.
In June, I discovered I was pregnant. I was scared, mostly. I didn't know how to tell him or what he would say. I mulled it over a long time before I told him.
Of course, he flipped out. He wanted me to get an abortion and though I never believed in that, I considered it. I even agreed to it, but the next night I told him I would never be able to live with myself. I told him if he had a problem with it, then he should get the fuck out and never come back.
Unfortunatly for me, he stayed. And while they're were some good times, they were ususally shadowed by bad ones.
Friday, April 25
Blah
Whew. I've been cranky. I'd even go so far as say bitc... ah, no I wouldn't. Whatever. Sometimes when it rains, it hails.
That being said, my bank account has reached an all time high. Not only did I get the rest of my returns, it was pay day. Everyone loves pay day.
I didn't even do the Photo Pie this week. Though the exciting news is they created a whole new web site, dedicated to this lovely challenge. It's awesome for anyone who likes photography.
Hopefully something exciting will happen this weekend. I'm starting to become a little restless. What are your plans?
That being said, my bank account has reached an all time high. Not only did I get the rest of my returns, it was pay day. Everyone loves pay day.
I didn't even do the Photo Pie this week. Though the exciting news is they created a whole new web site, dedicated to this lovely challenge. It's awesome for anyone who likes photography.
Hopefully something exciting will happen this weekend. I'm starting to become a little restless. What are your plans?
Wednesday, April 23
Mommy Rant (Whine)
Excerpts from yesterday's therapy session:
In response to LilB's fussing/crying...
"Maybe he's teething..." MrB's mom commented.
Actually, I think he's just tired.
"He might have an ear infection..." Denise, the physical therapist replied.
"But he doesn't seem hot."
"Has his ear been leaking fluid?"
Uh, no. It's about time for his nap.
"Do you just not want to work with us today, LilB?"
Hello? He's tired! You were late, which is okay, but he's usually sleeping by now.
"Well, if he's feeling better next week, we'll go swimming."
After they both leave, he sleeps for about an hour.
Excerpt from today's therapy session:
"Aw, did you not like clapping?" Kelly, the vision therapist said as he started bawling. "Did you not want to wake up from your nap?"
Actually, he slept for 40 minutes before you got here and that's good for him.
"I bet he's teething..." MrB said as he got up.
Uh, no, I think he's hungry.
Lew picks up LilB and starts to put Orajel on him.
I don't think that's his problem.
"Are you tired, sweetie," Kelly called out to LilB.
No, he is just too upset to eat...
After they both left and LilB calmed down, he ate. Then, he ate a whole bowl of sweet potatoes.
Wait, wait, wait. Mom was actually right? WTF? All she does is spend 24/7 with him, tending to his every need and then some. But since we've spent way longer then her with other kids, we really must know better.
I appreciate the help, really I do. LilB drives me up the wall sometimes, and sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of babyness. However, the fact that I was ignored on both occasions, by different people, on the same issue really pisses me off.
It's also probably previous events that started this fire that seems to be out of control within. My bitch level has certainly rose but surprisingly the amount of tears hasn't. I'm fairly certain this may be because my monthly visitor is trying to come back. It's been like 20 months (10 while preggo, 10 after) I started feeling this awful cramp earlier and I wanted to put my fist into a wall. I don't remember it ever feeling like that.
My anxiety has been bothering me lately too. I can feel it, just sitting there in my chest. I don't have anything to be anxious about so I'm not sure what my deal is. Maybe it has to do with me being so angry? It's really been making me crave a cigarette though.
My biggest complaint, though, is that no one is putting me first. Obviously, baby can't because, you know, he's a baby. MrB has been working like crazy and just comes home to play Halo. And me? It's baby, MrB, Bogey, THEN me. Usually I forget about the me part.
On a brighter note, I got my state taxes back. First time I've gotten to claim someone and was shocked to see how much I was getting back. It's so tempting to go spend it all on me but I don't even think I could do that.
What are you going to spend your tax money on? Got any suggestions for me? I need to get me something. I deserve it.
In response to LilB's fussing/crying...
"Maybe he's teething..." MrB's mom commented.
Actually, I think he's just tired.
"He might have an ear infection..." Denise, the physical therapist replied.
"But he doesn't seem hot."
"Has his ear been leaking fluid?"
Uh, no. It's about time for his nap.
"Do you just not want to work with us today, LilB?"
Hello? He's tired! You were late, which is okay, but he's usually sleeping by now.
"Well, if he's feeling better next week, we'll go swimming."
After they both leave, he sleeps for about an hour.
Excerpt from today's therapy session:
"Aw, did you not like clapping?" Kelly, the vision therapist said as he started bawling. "Did you not want to wake up from your nap?"
Actually, he slept for 40 minutes before you got here and that's good for him.
"I bet he's teething..." MrB said as he got up.
Uh, no, I think he's hungry.
Lew picks up LilB and starts to put Orajel on him.
I don't think that's his problem.
"Are you tired, sweetie," Kelly called out to LilB.
No, he is just too upset to eat...
After they both left and LilB calmed down, he ate. Then, he ate a whole bowl of sweet potatoes.
Wait, wait, wait. Mom was actually right? WTF? All she does is spend 24/7 with him, tending to his every need and then some. But since we've spent way longer then her with other kids, we really must know better.
I appreciate the help, really I do. LilB drives me up the wall sometimes, and sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of babyness. However, the fact that I was ignored on both occasions, by different people, on the same issue really pisses me off.
It's also probably previous events that started this fire that seems to be out of control within. My bitch level has certainly rose but surprisingly the amount of tears hasn't. I'm fairly certain this may be because my monthly visitor is trying to come back. It's been like 20 months (10 while preggo, 10 after) I started feeling this awful cramp earlier and I wanted to put my fist into a wall. I don't remember it ever feeling like that.
My anxiety has been bothering me lately too. I can feel it, just sitting there in my chest. I don't have anything to be anxious about so I'm not sure what my deal is. Maybe it has to do with me being so angry? It's really been making me crave a cigarette though.
My biggest complaint, though, is that no one is putting me first. Obviously, baby can't because, you know, he's a baby. MrB has been working like crazy and just comes home to play Halo. And me? It's baby, MrB, Bogey, THEN me. Usually I forget about the me part.
On a brighter note, I got my state taxes back. First time I've gotten to claim someone and was shocked to see how much I was getting back. It's so tempting to go spend it all on me but I don't even think I could do that.
What are you going to spend your tax money on? Got any suggestions for me? I need to get me something. I deserve it.
Friday, April 18
Bogey Love
At Ben's request, here are some not so puppy pics.
Don't worry, we watch him while he tackles this bone...
Thursday, April 17
Still Missing You
I know, two posts in one day must be breaking some blog rule. Especially since I wrote in my other blog today.
That post was hard for me, though. I admit that I cried several times as I re-wrote it to give my grandfather the respect he deserves. There was no one like him. And though I love him because he his my "Big Daddy" there were so many more reasons for that love.
I still miss the way he use to ask me, Did you sleep like a little log?
Or when he'd tell me, I love you toe...
Or how he'd make sure there was always ice cream in the house while I was gone. Every time he'd pick me up at the airport, on time.
And on the car ride from the airport he'd always Do you know which way north is?
Or how we would salute each other when we had to say our goodbyes.
He was an American hero. He was in the military and by serving his country, received a purple heart. He also served his people as a civil rights lawyer for the African American community. But mostly, he was a father of 10 (8 survived), a loyal partner to his wife, and a loving grandfather. One of the greatest men I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
He died a little over a year ago after some very painful times. I miss him terribly.
Crap. I was going to end with cute pics of my "puppy" but blogger is not uploading pictures.
That post was hard for me, though. I admit that I cried several times as I re-wrote it to give my grandfather the respect he deserves. There was no one like him. And though I love him because he his my "Big Daddy" there were so many more reasons for that love.
I still miss the way he use to ask me, Did you sleep like a little log?
Or when he'd tell me, I love you toe...
Or how he'd make sure there was always ice cream in the house while I was gone. Every time he'd pick me up at the airport, on time.
And on the car ride from the airport he'd always Do you know which way north is?
Or how we would salute each other when we had to say our goodbyes.
He was an American hero. He was in the military and by serving his country, received a purple heart. He also served his people as a civil rights lawyer for the African American community. But mostly, he was a father of 10 (8 survived), a loyal partner to his wife, and a loving grandfather. One of the greatest men I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
He died a little over a year ago after some very painful times. I miss him terribly.
Crap. I was going to end with cute pics of my "puppy" but blogger is not uploading pictures.
Tuesday, April 15
Miscellaneous Weekend
A little recap from the weekend...
Friday, I received a "letter" from my mom. The letter was more like a note written on a photo-copied picture from my birthday at our friend's beach house. That morning, my mom and my friend's little brother went out into the sand and wrote "Happy Birthday MissB" really big.
They pretty much had to drag my butt out of bed before it got trampled.
She is excited for our trip to Florida.
We also enjoyed my home-made Chinese. Mmm...
Saturday, was MrB's friend's birthday and that plan was to drop LilB off at grandmas', go eat dinner with them, and then go to the bar with them. An hour after we dropped him off, the babysitter calls and says he is still crying and to come home when we're done. Enter eye rolling from me here.
She always talks about how she wants the baby but doesn't want him too late on Saturday (yes, church is on Sunday but not until 10:30 and it wouldn't be the first time they've missed it). And any time I've left him with her, she just raves about what an angel he is.
Sorry grandma, but those days are over. Teething + constipation = Unhappy baby. Plus, his personality is starting to say he doesn't need evening naps.
Sunday was just a lazy day. Surprisingly enough, my dad called. I haven't talked to my dad in months. He sounded really good and though I wanted to keep the conversation light, I'm never really in control of our conversations...
So I don't suppose you all would want to come over for dinner sometime...
Are you kidding me? I know you guys don't know what happened and I'll explain it some day but to make a long story short; the only reason we don't have a down payment for a home right now is because my dad's wife decided that we didn't vacuum downstairs enough. You know, when LilB was in the hospital and when he first came home.
I explained, calmly, that the level of disrespect she has shown for MrB, in their words, is "unacceptable". That, if she was rude enough to tell MrB he wasn't part of the family, then really I had no reason to accept her as part of mine. I have put up with her lack of respect towards me long enough, I will not take it toward my family.
What if we were to come over there...?
Dad, you are more then welcome to come over here. I love you. One of my other problems has been your drinking. You have no idea how much sleep I lose over it. Choked back some of my tears... But I really don't want to get into that. You're my dad, I love you and I'd love for you to see LilB but I've had enough of her.
He hung up with me quickly. I was on speakerphone so I'm sure she heard.
I don't feel guilty and I don't feel bad, for once.
And yesterday? I worked on my budget. A shout out to KiKi for getting me started in the right direction! Actually, it helped me learn so much that if anyone ever needs any help with theirs, I'm confident I can help you create one for you lifestyle. Thanks so much Kiki!!
That being said, I can't guarantee you'll stick with it. ;) One more down on my list!
Friday, I received a "letter" from my mom. The letter was more like a note written on a photo-copied picture from my birthday at our friend's beach house. That morning, my mom and my friend's little brother went out into the sand and wrote "Happy Birthday MissB" really big.
She is excited for our trip to Florida.
We also enjoyed my home-made Chinese. Mmm...
Saturday, was MrB's friend's birthday and that plan was to drop LilB off at grandmas', go eat dinner with them, and then go to the bar with them. An hour after we dropped him off, the babysitter calls and says he is still crying and to come home when we're done. Enter eye rolling from me here.
She always talks about how she wants the baby but doesn't want him too late on Saturday (yes, church is on Sunday but not until 10:30 and it wouldn't be the first time they've missed it). And any time I've left him with her, she just raves about what an angel he is.
Sorry grandma, but those days are over. Teething + constipation = Unhappy baby. Plus, his personality is starting to say he doesn't need evening naps.
Sunday was just a lazy day. Surprisingly enough, my dad called. I haven't talked to my dad in months. He sounded really good and though I wanted to keep the conversation light, I'm never really in control of our conversations...
So I don't suppose you all would want to come over for dinner sometime...
Are you kidding me? I know you guys don't know what happened and I'll explain it some day but to make a long story short; the only reason we don't have a down payment for a home right now is because my dad's wife decided that we didn't vacuum downstairs enough. You know, when LilB was in the hospital and when he first came home.
I explained, calmly, that the level of disrespect she has shown for MrB, in their words, is "unacceptable". That, if she was rude enough to tell MrB he wasn't part of the family, then really I had no reason to accept her as part of mine. I have put up with her lack of respect towards me long enough, I will not take it toward my family.
What if we were to come over there...?
Dad, you are more then welcome to come over here. I love you. One of my other problems has been your drinking. You have no idea how much sleep I lose over it. Choked back some of my tears... But I really don't want to get into that. You're my dad, I love you and I'd love for you to see LilB but I've had enough of her.
He hung up with me quickly. I was on speakerphone so I'm sure she heard.
I don't feel guilty and I don't feel bad, for once.
And yesterday? I worked on my budget. A shout out to KiKi for getting me started in the right direction! Actually, it helped me learn so much that if anyone ever needs any help with theirs, I'm confident I can help you create one for you lifestyle. Thanks so much Kiki!!
That being said, I can't guarantee you'll stick with it. ;) One more down on my list!
Friday, April 11
All Better with Pasta
LilB's highchair is an old hand-me-down from grandma when she was doing childcare from her home. It's got those not so handy-dandy straps to hold the boogers still and keep them from flailing around in the gigantic chair. The back of the chair reclines, but, as so many people have told me, I'm not to use this as we want the baby to realize that you sit up straight to eat and at a table-like setting. And while reclining the chair may make placing squirmy baby by oneself simpler, I am too lazy to do this.
The other day I ask MrB to put LilB in his chair. We have one of his old sleep positioners behind him so he can sit right up to the tray and play with his toys. It's also the reason we don't use the straps, as it makes it almost impossible to use. We also have these foam pieces that we squeeze in between him and the chair, to keep him propped up. Well, MrB assumed that the sleep positioner was sufficient enough.
It is not.
I look over from the kitchen, to see him sliding to his right, and before I could dash over there and catch him, he flails around and BAM. His face slammed into the tray. My first instinct was to yell at MrB and really, I almost did. However, I was able to take a deep breath, comfort LilB and tell myself that MrB didn't know and he'd probably feel worse if I yelled at him.
Alright!! I do have a little self control...
Moving on... there weren't any bruises or anything but I definitely felt that that was my first "Bad Mommy" moment.
Funny enough, the second "Bad Mommy" moment came that night when MrB found LilB's first owie. I know, I'm not 6 and neither are you, but I felt so bad for him. It's toward the back of his leg so I really have no idea how he got it. MrB thought it might be Bogey but the only way he could have done it was while LilB was on his tummy and he's never left by himself during tummy time (because he hates it).
So I had to let the kid have an awesome night of fun. I boiled some pasta and let him at it...
Hmm...what's mommy giving me this time?
This is neat! I can feel it between my fingers!!
I am making a complete mess and mommy doesn't care!!
She also doesn't seem to care that I'm feeding the dog...
So he loved it. He played with it for over 30 minutes and never got bored. It was near his bedtime or I wouldn't have stopped him.
Oh, and how annoyed am I with our therapists? Both of them keep cancelling. I know sh*t happens but damn, at least give a little more notice then 15 minutes till the session...
Thursday, April 10
Photo Pie: Week 7 (Week 2 for me)
This week's Photo Pie challenge: Our workstation. Here are my submissions. I actually cleaned up my desk for y'all too (sometimes I can't help but let my southerness slip)!
Got to have my coffee...
You can kind of see that the last picture shows my other pictures are LIES. I actually have a drawer for my keyboard and mouse but for the other pictures I wanted to show the monitor so I staged my mouse and keyboard on top of the desk.
I love the Photo Pie challenges.
Tuesday, April 8
Interview for Disappointment
My nerves showed in my shaking hands as I waited for my boss to pick up his line.
Thank God this isn't in person. I thought. I took a deep breath just as he answered.
"Thanks for calling MissB. We've decided to choose Sally Johnson for the position. Thank you for coming in..."
...Even though I expected it, for some reason I couldn't help feeling disappointed. I also couldn't help the tears that followed...
Thank God this isn't in person. I thought. I took a deep breath just as he answered.
"Thanks for calling MissB. We've decided to choose Sally Johnson for the position. Thank you for coming in..."
...Even though I expected it, for some reason I couldn't help feeling disappointed. I also couldn't help the tears that followed...
Monday, April 7
Weekend Fun
Last Thursday was my much overdue haircut. Here's a before shot:
There was another shot in there but I deleted it because my face looked very wide. I blame this on the pregnancy since I finally lost my baby fat when I was 20. I can't wait for the front to grow out because then the angle will be drastic, a la Victoria Beckham. Not really, since I've done this cut before, just different ways...before she did it.
Lovely. And after...
And of course, my interview was on Friday. No, I didn't talk myself out of it. It actually went pretty well and there was only one part where I was a little flabbergast...
"How would you rate yourself with development tools and why?"
I've never been asked this type of question before so I stumbled a little bit. Finally, I took a breath and just gave an example demonstrating how I created a tool to help others succeed. Ok, I stretched it a little, but I think I did pretty good. I still don't think I'll get it, but I was so proud of myself all weekend.
Saturday we wandered around Target for a new swimsuit. I just couldn't resist this cute little bikini:
So now I'm really going to have to work on my post-preggo tummy. I have two and a half months.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I have the best boyfriend ever. What did he do this time? He bought us all plane tickets for Florida to see my mom in June for my birthday. I'm really not sure how I forgot to mention this. She'll get to meet both MrB and LilB for the first time. MrB has never been to Florida so we have to go to my hometown and show him how awesome the south is (it's no secret that I'm trying to persuade him to move...) Unfortunately, we're leaving on his mom's 50th birthday. Whoops. I want to do something for her, but I'm not sure what... Any suggestions?
Also attempted to paint art for LilB's room but it didn't turn out so well. Words are hard to paint. MrB's painting came out a lot better. Of course, he didn't use any words. Can you paint over paint?
The vacation countdown begins! Do you have any plans for this summer?
Must remember to workout today...
Thursday, April 3
Photo Pie Week 6 and Other Clubs
This other group I've been wanting to join for a while now, but I'm only just now able to do it since I got my digital camera. While I'm not photographer, especially with a digi, EmilyPie's Weekly Photo Challenge will hopefully steer me in the right direction. If not, at least it will be fun!
This weeks challenge: Favorite beverage. Here are my amateur shots ;)
^My favorite shot out of the bunch.^
My mug that LJ got me for Christmas. Dad has a matching "Papa Bear" mug.
So that was fun! I look forward to future challenges.
Wednesday, April 2
Practice, practice, practice....
I've been keeping myself pretty busy lately. Probably has to do with some anxiety I'm avoiding about Friday.
As some of you know, I work from home. This is a part time job that I do via computer and phone, is flexible, avoids daycare costs, and is awesome. Also expanding since it's such a great position.
Well, they decided that the needed an assistant lead. I read the job description and knew I wanted it. It would be more hours and less phone time (that doesn't bother me) but mostly, more money. Plus, it would be a supervisory role. I already do my job well enough to blog in between and twiddle my thumbs.
Thing is, most people that work "with" me are mamas. That means most are married, have a house, etc. That means all of them are older than I. I'm fairly sure everyone is over the age of 25.
I don't expect to get the job. The reason I'm going is to show interest so if another position opens up, they'll be more likely to look at me. Still, this knowledge does not quell the nerves in me. The ones that are trying to push vomit out of my throat.
Ok, I'm not that bad. But I'm the type of person that will work myself up about it until the last minute and not go. So I came up with a plan:
Study Every chance I get, I read the job description. By tomorrow I plan on having some questions made up so I can have something going in the interview.
Practice MrB has been in management before, so when he comes home and I am freaking out he'll either go over things with me that I should talk about or ask me questions if I'm not freaking out too much to answer.
Confidence I scheduled myself in for a haircut with my girl, Jess on Thursday. I will get a much overdue fab cut that will instantly build my confidence as it normally does. Afterwards, if I have enough cash, I'm either going to get some new makeup or find a cute/professional top to wear.
Practice Did I mention this?
How do you prepare for interviews?
As some of you know, I work from home. This is a part time job that I do via computer and phone, is flexible, avoids daycare costs, and is awesome. Also expanding since it's such a great position.
Well, they decided that the needed an assistant lead. I read the job description and knew I wanted it. It would be more hours and less phone time (that doesn't bother me) but mostly, more money. Plus, it would be a supervisory role. I already do my job well enough to blog in between and twiddle my thumbs.
Thing is, most people that work "with" me are mamas. That means most are married, have a house, etc. That means all of them are older than I. I'm fairly sure everyone is over the age of 25.
I don't expect to get the job. The reason I'm going is to show interest so if another position opens up, they'll be more likely to look at me. Still, this knowledge does not quell the nerves in me. The ones that are trying to push vomit out of my throat.
Ok, I'm not that bad. But I'm the type of person that will work myself up about it until the last minute and not go. So I came up with a plan:
Study Every chance I get, I read the job description. By tomorrow I plan on having some questions made up so I can have something going in the interview.
Practice MrB has been in management before, so when he comes home and I am freaking out he'll either go over things with me that I should talk about or ask me questions if I'm not freaking out too much to answer.
Confidence I scheduled myself in for a haircut with my girl, Jess on Thursday. I will get a much overdue fab cut that will instantly build my confidence as it normally does. Afterwards, if I have enough cash, I'm either going to get some new makeup or find a cute/professional top to wear.
Practice Did I mention this?
How do you prepare for interviews?
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