This Time It's For Real

So I really am trying to find a new job. I feel better about life in general now that I’m really trying to get out of The Company. I’ve applied for enough jobs now that I’ve actually lost count, but I think that I’m averaging two a day for the last two weeks. I’ve even applied for some jobs that don’t sound “great” to me. Maybe by casting a wider net I’ll have better luck than I have in the past.

On the other hand I am easily discouraged. This would be the root cause of all my previous failed attempts at job seeking. It’s been two weeks and the only response that I’ve gotten so far is that one of the positions has already been filled. I am unwanted.

On the upside, unlike a co-worker here, I didn’t get scheduled for an interview, then check the status online and see that I had been declined because the position has already been filled. She hasn’t called them back yet, so we’re not sure if the interview is still on in the hopes that she will want a different position, or if she has an interview in case the person they hired isn’t working out. It seems odd that an interview would be scheduled several weeks away, but it’s at a hospital and maybe they do things differently there.

I'm considering a new tactic. I may start offering bribes like home baked cookies, or brownies to people that call me to schedule an interview. I mean, sure not everybody likes sweets, but do I really want to work for someone that appreciate how delicous my cookies are?

Post Valentine's Post

So Valentine’s has come and gone. Jeff and I have a few things going on lately that are causing stress, so yesterday started off a little rough. Work sucked and I’m on the rag, so I was less than cheerful when I finally got to the crowded-as-hell grocery store after work. Still, Jeff and I had a wonderful night together. For once, Jeff asked what I wanted him to cook and I actually came up with a nice meal plan. We had rack of lamb with mushroom risotto and green beans. The grocery trip was to pick up a loaf of fresh bread and some vanilla ice cream. For dessert I grabbed a blueberry pie from Marie Callender’s, and I found out that I don’t particularly like blueberry pie. Oh well, it was fun. I helped cook by stirring things when Jeff had to walk away from the stove, and I kept our glasses filled. We ate slowly and savored the food and each other’s company. Then we watched Lost and when we got sleepy we went to bed. It was a fairly non-productive evening, but it was just what we needed to unwind and get away from all the crap that was driving us crazy. If I can just hold on to that relaxed feeling that I had as I drifted off to sleep last night then maybe my shoulders will stop hurting so much.