I got the hospital job!!!!!
It's a good day.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Birth Day to Birthday
July 28th 2009.
I cannot believe that this memory is from a year ago. My tiny baby is now turning one. He is crawling and babbling and into everything. He wears a size 4 shoe and 12 to 18 month clothes. He loves babyfood (fruit and sweet potatoes only), but hates real food. He's learing how to use his sippy cup. He always wants to be moving. He likes his swing, watching the dog play, and is possibly a little spoiled about being held. He likes the theme song to Two and Half Men and dances when he hears "Thriller". He seems to prefer his Tigger toys and watches Handy Manny. He sleeps through the night and amazes me with what a brave little guy he is. He has the sweetest smile you have ever EVER seen and I can honestly say that I've never known a baby, or anyone for that matter, who is as happy as he is.
It was hot. We drove a half hour to our last weekly doctor visit. The prior week our doctor had told us we could talk about a day to induce at this visit. We were so excited. Would it be this week? How soon would he want to induce?
After the doctor checked me out he indeed said we could induce either "tomorrow or the next day." Which we would prefer? Tomorrow! Let me tell you, knowing that I had less than 24 more hours of being pregnant in the horrible Texas heat was priceless.
We drove home, calling people informing them of the news all along the way. Tomorrow's the day. It was around 4 in the afternoon. We had to be at the hospital at 7 am.
On our last night as not-quite-parents we went to Outback Steakhouse to eat dinner with our inlaws. We went back to their house and played Phase 10. Everyone went to bed, but I could barely sleep. I was excited about the baby coming, but also extremely nervous.
July 29, 2008
I think I slept two or three hours, but I was up by 5:00. With nothing else to do I played around online for a little while, waiting on the time to come.
By 6:15 we were out the door. My husband, my mother-in-law and I were en route to the hospital. My husband was wound up. He was singing and seemingly taking the longest route ever to the hospital. All of this, of course, got on my nerves because I was nervous. NERVOUS. I know I wasn't saying much.
When we got checked into the hospital I changed into the hospital gown and remember wishing I could keep my bra on, but they said I couldn't. I get into the hospital bed and waited a few minutes. At nearly 7 on the dot the doctor came in and broke my water. They started pitocin. And, the wait was on.
The contractions weren't too bad at first, just uncomfortable. By 10 am, my father in law, grandmother in law, mother, and my mom's friend had all arrived as well. The room was bustling with energy. I was still very quite. From the nerves. Sometime in that hour the contractions got worse and the nurse gave me a dose of something (I forget the name now) in my IV.
My vision went fuzzy for a moment. And then it started. The uncontrollable laughing. I had been lying there, in a dazed silence for three hours. But, now I was laughing like a fool. Everyone in the room was looking at me like "what, what's so funny?" My husband asked if I could get some of that medicine to take home, I was in such a good mood.
The Price Is Right was on tv and someone had just one a year's supply of laundry detergent. The humor in this was obviously too much for me. I told everyone who entered the room "Can you believe that? Someone goes on The Price is Right expecting to win big and they come home with laundry detergent."
Also, The Dark Knight was pretty big last summer. My husband was playing solitare and the jokers were sitting out. I said to him "wouldn't it be hilarious if the baby comes out and is all 'here's my card'?"
The drugs finally wore off. But I wasn't feeling so silent any more. The tension broke. I was hungry. Someone brought in a gift basket of snacks. I vowed to eat some as SOON as it was all over. I couldn't wait to eat.
I don't remember what time I got the epidural. But, I do remember being a big baby about it. And, no it wasn't that bad. As far as I can recall. I cried though, because I was so scared of it. Once that was over it was smooth sailing for awhile.
Since the labor was induced and I had the epidural, I don't remember labor being excrutiatingly painful or anything until near the end. I do remember the pain of contractions though, even through the epidural and I admire anyone who does this without drugs.
Eleven hours later they told me it was time to push. By 6:00 that evening there were about a million people there waiting on Aidan to be born. My parents and in-laws. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, you name it. Friends of the family even. They were all ushered out into the waiting room.
Next door, a lady was having an emergency C-section. That is where my doctor was. It was me, my husband and the nurse. There was some machine that kept beeping when it wasn't supposed to. I believe a cord was loose. Whatever it was, it was ANNOYING. I wanted to get up out of the hospital bed just to throw that machine out. the. window.
I pushed. And pushed. And pushed some more. For an hour. AN HOUR. I was so tired and at this point the pain came through. I didn't think the baby was ever going to come out. Finally the c-section next door was over and my doctor came in. Along with three or four other nurses. Things went very quickly from there, in comparison anyway. The baby still wasn't budging though. The doctor said he'd have to use the vaccuum and if that didn't work forceps.
It was like and "oh, hell no" moment for me. I did not want them using forceps on my baby. I don't know if that vaccuum would have worked either way, but using all the energy I had left I pushed and out he came. Twelve hours after we had arrived at the hospital. He was amazing. Beautiful and perfect.
I held him for just a second it seemed and they let me kiss him and then they took him away.
I should have realized then that something was wrong. They told us in our birthing classes that the baby would be in the room for about an hour if everything was ok. In all the confusion I must have forgotten.
Suddenly, the room was empty. Just me and nurse cleaning me up. It wasn't like I was deserted or anything--I know everyone told me what was going on and where they were going. I just don't remember. But I was hungry and the nurse finally gave me some crackers from the gift basket. I ate them and she left the room. I threw up.
When I called the nurse she said "oh, yeah sometimes that happens if you eat too soon." I wish I'd have known.
No one was telling me what was going on with the baby. My parents came in to see me. And then my husband was back. Someone, I don't know who, it's all a blur came to let me know that the baby's breathing was a little strange, grunty, and they were having another doctor check him out. They were worried he may have problems with his lungs. They might have to ship him to a different hospital.
I can't put into words the amount of "scared" that I felt. I was worried I had done something wrong, maybe if I hadn't taken so long to push him out. Maybe if we hadn't induced. What was going on?
They didn't have to ship him anywhere. They put him on monitors in NICU. They told me to get some sleep. I think I must have gotten a little sleep. Around midnight they let us go into the NICU to see him. He was so small and precious. He was hooked up to so many monitors. They said to try not to disturb him to much. All I could do was look. I was afraid to touch him. I think I may have rubbed his little foot.
After the Birth Day:
We found out the next day that he was okay. He didn't have fluid in his lungs or anything, he was fine. He was monitored in the hopsital, but by the third day he wasn't even in NICU anymore and we got to go home.
(About two weeks after he was born we found out he has laryngomalacia. It's a condition where the larynx is too soft. I think this is why his breathing sounded grunty and the doctors were worried. It's not a serious worry. The doctor said he'll be fine and grow out of it. And he is doing just that.)
Overall, my experience with the hospital was good. All the nurses were great, except the one who dealt with me right after delivery. With all that was going on I should have informed of all that was going on quicker. And giving birth was amazing.
I appreciate that the doctors took concern over him so quickly. I was obviously scared to death, but am relieved to know he was fine. I much prefer them taking the safe route and having him monitored and him turning out fine over them doing nothing and something going wrong. That experience was scary, but it made us parents. Right then.
I cannot believe that this memory is from a year ago. My tiny baby is now turning one. He is crawling and babbling and into everything. He wears a size 4 shoe and 12 to 18 month clothes. He loves babyfood (fruit and sweet potatoes only), but hates real food. He's learing how to use his sippy cup. He always wants to be moving. He likes his swing, watching the dog play, and is possibly a little spoiled about being held. He likes the theme song to Two and Half Men and dances when he hears "Thriller". He seems to prefer his Tigger toys and watches Handy Manny. He sleeps through the night and amazes me with what a brave little guy he is. He has the sweetest smile you have ever EVER seen and I can honestly say that I've never known a baby, or anyone for that matter, who is as happy as he is.
Our first year has gone by so fast. This little guy made us a family. He's brought us so much happiness. The tiny baby who would sleep on my chest? I'll miss him. But this guy? This toddler with the personality? I am having so much fun with him. I can't wait to see what he'll do next.
The Big 1!
Big day tomorrow. Aidan turns one! I am so excited for his first birthday.
We are starting the day with a trip to the doctor. He'll get weighed and measured and then some shots. Hopefully he is as brave about those as he's been about his other shot visits. He cries a little, but mostly he's a tough little guy.
A little while after that we have an appointment for his one year birthday photo session at Sears. I just decided on that this morning and was really glad they had an opening. Now I just have to decide what to have him wear.
Later tomorrow night both sets of grandparents are coming over for dinner. I'm making Baked Pasta with (Chicken?) Sausage. The recipe calls for chicken sausage. I'm hoping I can find that, if not I'm going to use turkey sausage. I'm adding a salad and garlic bread.
His real party is Saturday at 1. First party on the 1st at 1, see?
We are starting the day with a trip to the doctor. He'll get weighed and measured and then some shots. Hopefully he is as brave about those as he's been about his other shot visits. He cries a little, but mostly he's a tough little guy.
A little while after that we have an appointment for his one year birthday photo session at Sears. I just decided on that this morning and was really glad they had an opening. Now I just have to decide what to have him wear.
Later tomorrow night both sets of grandparents are coming over for dinner. I'm making Baked Pasta with (Chicken?) Sausage. The recipe calls for chicken sausage. I'm hoping I can find that, if not I'm going to use turkey sausage. I'm adding a salad and garlic bread.
His real party is Saturday at 1. First party on the 1st at 1, see?
Monday, July 27, 2009
At Least I'm High Caliber
Well, there is news. Not good news. Not bad news. Just some "hmm, this could go either way" news.
Anyway, she was really nice again. And thanked me for calling. She said she took her recommendations to her boss and they decided they need to speak to corporate to decide who to hire. It's based on what they want to "do" with the position.
Either they want a "high caliber" person or a "clerical" person. High caliber is the side I'm on(which was a nice compliment, yes?) clerical would be someone else. So the waiting game is back on until Thursday.
I feel like it's a salary issue. They probably don't want to pay for "high caliber", right? But knowing I'm not totally out of the running. I wish they'd have decided that question before interviewing, but who knows why people do what they do. I hope the controller is pushing for me, but again who knows?
On the positive side, I am replacing someone who is a CPA, so hopefully they want to keep this position as professional instead of changing it to clerical. On the negative side, corporations like to save money.
More waiting sucks, but I'm trying to think positive and put it in God's hands. Nothing else I can do at this point.
Anyway, she was really nice again. And thanked me for calling. She said she took her recommendations to her boss and they decided they need to speak to corporate to decide who to hire. It's based on what they want to "do" with the position.
Either they want a "high caliber" person or a "clerical" person. High caliber is the side I'm on(which was a nice compliment, yes?) clerical would be someone else. So the waiting game is back on until Thursday.
I feel like it's a salary issue. They probably don't want to pay for "high caliber", right? But knowing I'm not totally out of the running. I wish they'd have decided that question before interviewing, but who knows why people do what they do. I hope the controller is pushing for me, but again who knows?
On the positive side, I am replacing someone who is a CPA, so hopefully they want to keep this position as professional instead of changing it to clerical. On the negative side, corporations like to save money.
More waiting sucks, but I'm trying to think positive and put it in God's hands. Nothing else I can do at this point.
Need a Call Before Brain Explodes
My stomach is in knots. I couldn't eat breakfast. I am staring at my cellphone thinking the following things:
"When will they call?"
"Wait. . . what if they don't call? They may not call if it's a no."
"Hm, if they don't call for a no, then maybe they picked someone on Friday and already hired that person."
"If they did THAT I've been nervous all weekend of NO REASON AT ALL."
"What are they waiting on?"
"CALL CALL CALL"
"Unless, of course, they aren't calling for a no."
"Oh God, what if it's no?"
"No means I'm stuck HERE."
"No means I don't get to work with the two really nice ladies."
"It could be a yes, maybe they'll call and it'll be YES we want you."
"Emily! Don't do that, you're jinxing yourself."
"Crap. Definitely just jinxed it."
"Now it'll be a no for sure."
"I wonder if they are going to call for a no."
I really want this job.
"When will they call?"
"Wait. . . what if they don't call? They may not call if it's a no."
"Hm, if they don't call for a no, then maybe they picked someone on Friday and already hired that person."
"If they did THAT I've been nervous all weekend of NO REASON AT ALL."
"What are they waiting on?"
"CALL CALL CALL"
"Unless, of course, they aren't calling for a no."
"Oh God, what if it's no?"
"No means I'm stuck HERE."
"No means I don't get to work with the two really nice ladies."
"It could be a yes, maybe they'll call and it'll be YES we want you."
"Emily! Don't do that, you're jinxing yourself."
"Crap. Definitely just jinxed it."
"Now it'll be a no for sure."
"I wonder if they are going to call for a no."
I really want this job.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
1,2,3,4
1. Tonight's dinner was Chicken Helper Asian Inspired Chicken Fried Rice. For something quick and easy when craving Chinese--I recommend it. Hit the spot.
2. Nervous wreck waiting on news about the job.
3. It's like half raining, but thundering and lightening. Kind of like it wants to storm, but doesn't have the energy.
4. Watching Juno again. I love this movie.
2. Nervous wreck waiting on news about the job.
3. It's like half raining, but thundering and lightening. Kind of like it wants to storm, but doesn't have the energy.
4. Watching Juno again. I love this movie.
Friday, July 24, 2009
I Really Want It
Today was my hospital interview. While I really think it went great, I keep telling myself not to get my hopes up.
They have one more interview today and they will make a decision Monday. I enjoyed this interview. The two women I spoke with were so easy to talk to and I really liked them. The job sounds like something I would LOVE doing.
But, I'm afraid to get my hopes up. I feel that I did the best I could in the interview, I hope they liked me and I hope they want me to take the job.
Cross your fingers, think good thoughts, say a prayer--whatever you can for good vibes. Thanks!
They have one more interview today and they will make a decision Monday. I enjoyed this interview. The two women I spoke with were so easy to talk to and I really liked them. The job sounds like something I would LOVE doing.
But, I'm afraid to get my hopes up. I feel that I did the best I could in the interview, I hope they liked me and I hope they want me to take the job.
Cross your fingers, think good thoughts, say a prayer--whatever you can for good vibes. Thanks!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Special Thursday Edition: Friday Round Up
*The first interview I went to told me I would hear something "hopefully" by the end of this week, possibly Thursday. So. I'm sitting here impatiently waiting. Hoping.
*The Audit Partner that is teaching me how to audit is extremely nice. I fell guilty because he is investing time in training me and I know that I hope to not be here much longer. If nothing comes through on other jobs and I'm stuck at this place, I'm seriously considering finding out if this audit thing could be indefinite (instead of the 1-3 months).
*Aidan is turning 1 next Wednesday. ONE! ALREADY!
*I am making him a baseball cake. After the first practice run, I decided that I need to use different icing and a different pan. Also, I found a recipe for making batter from scratch. So, obviously I'm doing another practice run this weekend.
*The stress around work has pushed me right off the progress I was making with Weight Watchers. I'm disappointed in myself. Extremely. Yet, I just need to get back on track and I keep eating crap food.
*I am serving a meal for six people on Wednesday. I'm thinking spaghetti and meatballs. Any other ideas though? Something kind of simple yet tasty for a medium sized group?
*The Audit Partner that is teaching me how to audit is extremely nice. I fell guilty because he is investing time in training me and I know that I hope to not be here much longer. If nothing comes through on other jobs and I'm stuck at this place, I'm seriously considering finding out if this audit thing could be indefinite (instead of the 1-3 months).
*Aidan is turning 1 next Wednesday. ONE! ALREADY!
*I am making him a baseball cake. After the first practice run, I decided that I need to use different icing and a different pan. Also, I found a recipe for making batter from scratch. So, obviously I'm doing another practice run this weekend.
*The stress around work has pushed me right off the progress I was making with Weight Watchers. I'm disappointed in myself. Extremely. Yet, I just need to get back on track and I keep eating crap food.
*I am serving a meal for six people on Wednesday. I'm thinking spaghetti and meatballs. Any other ideas though? Something kind of simple yet tasty for a medium sized group?
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Conflicting
Last night, I went home and grumbled to my husband about how much I hate my job now while I made dinner. Just as I was draining the macaroni my cell phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, so I answered hesitantly.
It was Human Resources from a local hospital. You see, when I was told yesterday that my clients were being moved to someone else I took hold of looking for a new job with even more gusto. I searched high and low for job postings online. I had checked at this particular hospital last week and there was nothing to be found. But yesterday? An opening for a staff accountant. So I applied.
I was totally shocked to have received a return call so quickly. They are having interviews Thursday and Friday and she said they are "very interested" in meeting with me. My interview is Friday at 10 am. I have high hopes for this interview. The hospital is right in town, the benefits will be great, and most importantly it's not this place.
The company I interviewed with on Monday should be getting back to me by the end of this week. The hospital job is my preference at the moment, but I'm hoping to get an offer from either/or, you know?
As the situation deteriorates at my current job I am fighting the feelings of "I just want to go home." I'm having a hard time dealing with the "I just don't care" attitude that has overcome me. The audit work they have me doing is something I have never seen before. So I'm in a position of trying to learn to do something brand new while not caring. Not even a little. I did not feel this way until recently; I was pushed to it by Tax Partners who have NO people management skills.
I know that I need to continue to do my best here until I leave. This economy is not one in which I want to be without a job at all. And I may not get an offer from either the hospital or the other company. But it's hard to do my best. I've spent months trying to show them that I DO care, that I want to do a good job. I've asked for feedback and been told I'm doing fine, I'm headed in the right direction. I've asked for more work and been told there isn't any. Then they finally do give me something out of left field-to do temporarily, but take away stuff. The actions are not matching the feedback they gave me.
Let's get this straight: I am a rule follower. I am not a troublemaker. In high school I didn't go to parties, I didn't drink, I didn't get into trouble. I never saw a principle's office. I was the good kid. Drum major, Yearbook Editor, Student Council, you name it. The majority of my friends were guys. Not because I was a flirt or anything, but because I could not DEAL with the DRAMA of girls. In college I never failed a class, didn't have my first alcoholic drinks until I was 21, and didn't set foot at a real college party until my THIRD year. My extra-curricular activity in college? I was President of the Methodist Student Center. Four years after graduating high school, I graduated college with my Masters degree. I drive the speed limit. At my prior job I didn't have any of these problems that I have here either. I did my work, felt respected by my coworkers and bosses, and got good reviews. After my first year, guess what? They gave me more challenging work and trusted me to do jobs that involved organizing other people. And they had me train other employees. I got bonuses and raises and never felt that I was not valued. So, unless my entire personality and work ethic changed when I set foot into this building things just DO NOT ADD UP.
I'm not saying all that to show that I'm perfect, because I'm not. But yeah, I'm kind of a goody-two-shoes. I'm too afraid of getting in trouble to really break the rules. I'm too hard on myself to want to disappoint people. Yet, for some reason, these people think that I'm stirring the pot, am untrustworthy, and that they need to police me the entire time I'm here. If I'm in another staff member's office they think I'm "gossiping" when I'm really just talking about work. I worked by butt of during tax season to show them that I can do a good job. And when I ask about my quality of work I am reassured that it is good.
That leads me to wonder what is it that is causing the problem? Why am I applying for new jobs? I certainly did not WANT to update my resume, fill out a zillion applications, buy a new interview suit and worry, worry, worry. But, I finally bit the bullet and did all these things. Because deep down, I can't help but feel like I'm being pushed out the door. And if I don't prepare myself I'll land flat on my face.
In two days I'll be sitting in another interview and I want be as prepared as possible. I hope that I get offered the job. And I hope I work with people who appreciate me and don't look down on me for some unknown reason. I want to be happy and successful. If the past couple of weeks have shown me nothing else, they have shown me that I cannot be happy and successful with the people here constantly pushing me down.
It was Human Resources from a local hospital. You see, when I was told yesterday that my clients were being moved to someone else I took hold of looking for a new job with even more gusto. I searched high and low for job postings online. I had checked at this particular hospital last week and there was nothing to be found. But yesterday? An opening for a staff accountant. So I applied.
I was totally shocked to have received a return call so quickly. They are having interviews Thursday and Friday and she said they are "very interested" in meeting with me. My interview is Friday at 10 am. I have high hopes for this interview. The hospital is right in town, the benefits will be great, and most importantly it's not this place.
The company I interviewed with on Monday should be getting back to me by the end of this week. The hospital job is my preference at the moment, but I'm hoping to get an offer from either/or, you know?
As the situation deteriorates at my current job I am fighting the feelings of "I just want to go home." I'm having a hard time dealing with the "I just don't care" attitude that has overcome me. The audit work they have me doing is something I have never seen before. So I'm in a position of trying to learn to do something brand new while not caring. Not even a little. I did not feel this way until recently; I was pushed to it by Tax Partners who have NO people management skills.
I know that I need to continue to do my best here until I leave. This economy is not one in which I want to be without a job at all. And I may not get an offer from either the hospital or the other company. But it's hard to do my best. I've spent months trying to show them that I DO care, that I want to do a good job. I've asked for feedback and been told I'm doing fine, I'm headed in the right direction. I've asked for more work and been told there isn't any. Then they finally do give me something out of left field-to do temporarily, but take away stuff. The actions are not matching the feedback they gave me.
Let's get this straight: I am a rule follower. I am not a troublemaker. In high school I didn't go to parties, I didn't drink, I didn't get into trouble. I never saw a principle's office. I was the good kid. Drum major, Yearbook Editor, Student Council, you name it. The majority of my friends were guys. Not because I was a flirt or anything, but because I could not DEAL with the DRAMA of girls. In college I never failed a class, didn't have my first alcoholic drinks until I was 21, and didn't set foot at a real college party until my THIRD year. My extra-curricular activity in college? I was President of the Methodist Student Center. Four years after graduating high school, I graduated college with my Masters degree. I drive the speed limit. At my prior job I didn't have any of these problems that I have here either. I did my work, felt respected by my coworkers and bosses, and got good reviews. After my first year, guess what? They gave me more challenging work and trusted me to do jobs that involved organizing other people. And they had me train other employees. I got bonuses and raises and never felt that I was not valued. So, unless my entire personality and work ethic changed when I set foot into this building things just DO NOT ADD UP.
I'm not saying all that to show that I'm perfect, because I'm not. But yeah, I'm kind of a goody-two-shoes. I'm too afraid of getting in trouble to really break the rules. I'm too hard on myself to want to disappoint people. Yet, for some reason, these people think that I'm stirring the pot, am untrustworthy, and that they need to police me the entire time I'm here. If I'm in another staff member's office they think I'm "gossiping" when I'm really just talking about work. I worked by butt of during tax season to show them that I can do a good job. And when I ask about my quality of work I am reassured that it is good.
That leads me to wonder what is it that is causing the problem? Why am I applying for new jobs? I certainly did not WANT to update my resume, fill out a zillion applications, buy a new interview suit and worry, worry, worry. But, I finally bit the bullet and did all these things. Because deep down, I can't help but feel like I'm being pushed out the door. And if I don't prepare myself I'll land flat on my face.
In two days I'll be sitting in another interview and I want be as prepared as possible. I hope that I get offered the job. And I hope I work with people who appreciate me and don't look down on me for some unknown reason. I want to be happy and successful. If the past couple of weeks have shown me nothing else, they have shown me that I cannot be happy and successful with the people here constantly pushing me down.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Things I am Loving Today*
1. It's 4:55. I get to LEAVE this place in 5 minutes!
2. We are going to Starbucks tonight.
3. Macaroni and cheese with dinner.
4. My friend in the office behind mine cracks me up.
5. Aidan has a new swing outside and he loves it.
6. My Ipod.
*Because Optimism in neccessary.
2. We are going to Starbucks tonight.
3. Macaroni and cheese with dinner.
4. My friend in the office behind mine cracks me up.
5. Aidan has a new swing outside and he loves it.
6. My Ipod.
*Because Optimism in neccessary.
Giving Me Reasons to Hate Them
Guess what one of the Partners said yesterday? I didn't hear it, because I was working out of town. But here's what was said:
"That's the problem with accountants that come out of Industry. They don't know how to look at the big picture. They might know how to do their little part, but they can't do anything else."
As someone who came out of Industry, I'm so offended. What a bitch, right? You know why I can't do anything else? Because you won't give me any work. Because I sit here 8 hours a day with NOTHING TO DO.
I'm really torn between crying and yelling. So I'm sitting at my desk, quietly. Taking it in.
Oh, they also are moving me to the audit side for 1 to 3 months. They are taking away all my monthly tax work permanently though, so I will have time for this audit work. I think it was put to me exactly as "you have to be free whenever the audit people need you." I guess when they don't need me I'll be doing more NOTHING, not improving my Industry lack of Intelligence. Mind you, I only have about 6-8 hours of monthly tax work anyway, so I'm pretty pissed that it's being taken away. And taken away permanently when I'm only doing audit for 1 to 3 months? What the HELL?
(Rereading this I realize it must sound to you all like I'm a Bad Employee. I'm not, I swear to you. That is why being treated like a Bad Employee is such a slap in the face. I do not deserve this.)
"That's the problem with accountants that come out of Industry. They don't know how to look at the big picture. They might know how to do their little part, but they can't do anything else."
As someone who came out of Industry, I'm so offended. What a bitch, right? You know why I can't do anything else? Because you won't give me any work. Because I sit here 8 hours a day with NOTHING TO DO.
I'm really torn between crying and yelling. So I'm sitting at my desk, quietly. Taking it in.
Oh, they also are moving me to the audit side for 1 to 3 months. They are taking away all my monthly tax work permanently though, so I will have time for this audit work. I think it was put to me exactly as "you have to be free whenever the audit people need you." I guess when they don't need me I'll be doing more NOTHING, not improving my Industry lack of Intelligence. Mind you, I only have about 6-8 hours of monthly tax work anyway, so I'm pretty pissed that it's being taken away. And taken away permanently when I'm only doing audit for 1 to 3 months? What the HELL?
(Rereading this I realize it must sound to you all like I'm a Bad Employee. I'm not, I swear to you. That is why being treated like a Bad Employee is such a slap in the face. I do not deserve this.)
Monday, July 20, 2009
Interview. Today.
I have an interview today. I found out about it approximately 5 minutes ago.
The job is in a smaller town about 30 minutes away. It is coincidentally the town my husband will be teaching in next year. No, our new house in not in that town.
It's doing accounting still, but a mixture of what I did before and what I did now. It's 40 hours a week, none of the busy tax season b/s.
They don't have benefits. This was a major downfall at first. But, they seem open to higher pay in leui of benefits. If they pay me enough to offset the cost of adding myself to my husband's health insurance I could be okay with it. Also, I'll have to see how "no benefits" translates into vacation, sick days, etc.
I am nervous and excited. And if it wasn't for the no benefits issue, I would not be pessimistic. Cross your fingers, though.
The job is in a smaller town about 30 minutes away. It is coincidentally the town my husband will be teaching in next year. No, our new house in not in that town.
It's doing accounting still, but a mixture of what I did before and what I did now. It's 40 hours a week, none of the busy tax season b/s.
They don't have benefits. This was a major downfall at first. But, they seem open to higher pay in leui of benefits. If they pay me enough to offset the cost of adding myself to my husband's health insurance I could be okay with it. Also, I'll have to see how "no benefits" translates into vacation, sick days, etc.
I am nervous and excited. And if it wasn't for the no benefits issue, I would not be pessimistic. Cross your fingers, though.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
On the Subject of Flicking
Tess posted about Jon & Kate + 8. She compared Kate's jabs at and ridicules of Jon as "flicking". You can read about it here.
While I don't feel like a flicker or a flickee in my marriage, I've started to feel like my work situation is making me a flickee of a different sort.
Rather than get into the details of it all, I'll just say that yesterday was the last flick. I'm educated, experienced, and intelligent. I know that I can do this job. Unfortunately, I think some bad management decisions have made me feel stifled here. I feel like I'm underappreciated.
I'm not happy. It's hard to leave Aidan with a sitter every morning. It's even harder knowing that I'm leaving him to go to a place that I like less every day. I know that I have to work. Financially not working is just not an option. But, there needs to be a better balance.
So, like Tess said. . . that last flick wasn't a huge thing. It was actually something small. But it's enough.
I applied for 5 jobs yesterday. I'm hoping to find a few more to apply for. I'm hoping to hear something back soon.
I'm excited.
While I don't feel like a flicker or a flickee in my marriage, I've started to feel like my work situation is making me a flickee of a different sort.
Rather than get into the details of it all, I'll just say that yesterday was the last flick. I'm educated, experienced, and intelligent. I know that I can do this job. Unfortunately, I think some bad management decisions have made me feel stifled here. I feel like I'm underappreciated.
I'm not happy. It's hard to leave Aidan with a sitter every morning. It's even harder knowing that I'm leaving him to go to a place that I like less every day. I know that I have to work. Financially not working is just not an option. But, there needs to be a better balance.
So, like Tess said. . . that last flick wasn't a huge thing. It was actually something small. But it's enough.
I applied for 5 jobs yesterday. I'm hoping to find a few more to apply for. I'm hoping to hear something back soon.
I'm excited.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Working on The List
Totally forgetting about my 101 Things in 1001 Days lists seems exactly like something I would do, no?
Well, that's not at all what's been going on. Progress has been made.
# 45 - I struck up a conversation with a stranger in Wal-Mart while waiting in the returns line. It was short and boring, but I tried. And hey, it was better than standing there doing nothing. We talked about how long the line was. (5/30/08)
# 52 - We bought our house, obviously. (6/12/09)
# 60 - My new kitchen has a cabinet with glass doors, I've displayed my formal china there, for now. It looks pretty and will work just fine until we can buy an actual display for the dining room. (6/13/09)
I'm working on a few others, but they are still in progress. I've read one of the five non-fiction books, watched one season of ER*, and am working on crocheting a baby blanket.
I really will try to upload some pictures tonight. If nothing else of Aidan, because he's growing so fast. And I have brown hair now!
*There are 15 seasons of ER. Why I thought "ten" when making my list I do not know. So, yeah, that's a lot of seasons.
Well, that's not at all what's been going on. Progress has been made.
# 45 - I struck up a conversation with a stranger in Wal-Mart while waiting in the returns line. It was short and boring, but I tried. And hey, it was better than standing there doing nothing. We talked about how long the line was. (5/30/08)
# 52 - We bought our house, obviously. (6/12/09)
# 60 - My new kitchen has a cabinet with glass doors, I've displayed my formal china there, for now. It looks pretty and will work just fine until we can buy an actual display for the dining room. (6/13/09)
I'm working on a few others, but they are still in progress. I've read one of the five non-fiction books, watched one season of ER*, and am working on crocheting a baby blanket.
I really will try to upload some pictures tonight. If nothing else of Aidan, because he's growing so fast. And I have brown hair now!
*There are 15 seasons of ER. Why I thought "ten" when making my list I do not know. So, yeah, that's a lot of seasons.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Finally
Two weeks ago I went shopping for new pants. Something summery, a pedal pusher length. One of my best friends was visiting from Houston. We went to Target and picked out some really cute khaki pants. Perfect for summer.
I tried on my normal size. Too small. I tried a size higher. Still too tight.
I gave up, bought nothing and my mood went sour.
That Sunday night I signed up for Weight Watchers again. Last week I stuck to the plan better than I ever have before. I learned a lot about myself. I have more self-control than I gave myself credit for. I can make the right choices. I can restrain from snacking after dinner.
I only ate three meals last week that were not either Lean Cuisine or made by me. One of the meals was Subway. The other two? I planned my points in advance and stuck to the plan. I tried new recipes and started to remember how much I love cooking. I took my own low calorie popcorn to the movies instead of eating the bad stuff.
Today was my first weigh in and I'm down 2 pounds (but actually about 6 from where I was about a month ago). I'm excited and so proud of myself.
My mind is finally right and I'm going to do this.
I tried on my normal size. Too small. I tried a size higher. Still too tight.
I gave up, bought nothing and my mood went sour.
That Sunday night I signed up for Weight Watchers again. Last week I stuck to the plan better than I ever have before. I learned a lot about myself. I have more self-control than I gave myself credit for. I can make the right choices. I can restrain from snacking after dinner.
I only ate three meals last week that were not either Lean Cuisine or made by me. One of the meals was Subway. The other two? I planned my points in advance and stuck to the plan. I tried new recipes and started to remember how much I love cooking. I took my own low calorie popcorn to the movies instead of eating the bad stuff.
Today was my first weigh in and I'm down 2 pounds (but actually about 6 from where I was about a month ago). I'm excited and so proud of myself.
My mind is finally right and I'm going to do this.
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