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Three Month Work Anniversary

Remember high school where you would celebrate a “one month anniversary” or “6 weeks dating”? Well, I’m “three month’s at my new job” today. I walked in knowing I could be helpful, but full of trepidation because I hadn’t done it for 18 long years.

So far, yeah, I like it! It’s still sometimes a pain scheduling stuff around it, and I’m grocery shopping sometimes on Sunday nights instead of Mondays, but it’s totally doable. I like my coworkers, and my boss has been nothing but nice. My last boss, well, let’s just say he’s the main reason I quit my old job and leave it at that. Whenever I make a mistake (and there have been a few, let me tell you!), he’s like “it’s no big deal” and moves on.

It’s fun (and I mean that) to see exercise equipment for sale on Facebook and recognize the good names (Cybex, Life Fitness, Core, Precor). It’s great to actually start to recognize part numbers that I’m ordering, catch mistakes before they happen, and have Don trust me enough to give me more and more things to do. Let’s also not discount the money! While I make not even 1/8 of what Jim does, it’s still a nice amount to add to our budget and has allowed for extras like driving school for Bennett (because Jim or me teaching was NOT a good fit!) and some counseling for Laura. I’m hoping to put some towards our car payment to bring that down more quickly.

In this season of thankfulness, I am just so thankful for a job that I like, that allows us some financial freedom, and gives me some adult interaction!

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Four Days In

Sounds like a motel name, doesn’t it?

I have worked at my new job for four days. Today I will complete my first week. Just saying that is still weird!

Having never really worked part time as an adult, it is quite different from working full time. Full time your days are spoken for. You work. You fit things in as you can, take time off when you need to and have those two weeks vacation to plan.

Part time, notsomuch. I leave home around 9:40-9:45 because I live close to work. I work from 10-2 and then leave, regardless of what’s still to do on my desk. I tidy up because I share my office with the techs, but that’s it. My days thus far have been mostly data entry and helping with things for their conference they are hosting today (filling “swag bags”, putting name tags in lanyards etc). Today I will answer the phone while everyone is at the conference, which is a step short of hilarious. I can direct customers to their local offices, but if they need literally anything else I’m just taking a message.

With only five other people in the office I know everyone’s names and speak to them pretty much each day. I know the office manager the best because she’s basically my boss (which she thinks is really funny; she’s not really my boss, but she’s the one that gives me work to do, so I tell her she’s my boss).

ANYWAY! A week in, it’s fun. I know I’m helping them–doing backlogged work and things they literally just haven’t had the time to get to since January. It’s somewhat mindless (as I was putting things in the bags I’m thinking “I went to college for this?”), but I’m viewing these first few months as my proving who I am. I am going to say yes. I am going to do everything you ask me to. I’m going to show you I’m smarter and quicker than you think I am. You’re going to want to give me more responsibility.

The weird thing is with all this, I tend not to believe in myself. I tend to doubt my own worth–constantly! But for whatever reason, in this I’m not. I KNOW I’m good at this job. I KNOW I’m helpful to them and I’m good at what I do. Where did this self-confidence come from???

TL:DR, I’m enjoying my work and like it so far. 🙂

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The Journey is Just as Important as the Destination, but Sometimes the Destination is Pretty Great Too

Last time i wrote about job hunting. I had the interview; it went ok. I didn’t get the job. I was fine. I didn’t really WANT the job–it was honestly more than I was looking for, plus I wasn’t sure about the parking situation and the hours.

The exact same day I got the very nicely worded “thanks but no thanks” email, I got an email response from a Craigslist ad I had responded to back in July. So, 3 weeks beforehand. I hadn’t heard anything back and so figured that was a “nevermind”, but no, I think the wheels just turned rather slowly. They asked me in for an interview on Tuesday. I dressed carefully in dress pants, a nice blouse and black heels.

When I arrived I was greeted by a woman in shorts. And I interviewed with her and the boss, who also wore shorts. SHORTS, people! The boss kind of swiped his hand in a circle over my resume and said “well, everything here just says yes”. Um, ok! The interview, if you want to call it that, was more the boss and the administrative assistant/Gal Friday talking about the company, what they do, what they need, what they have no clue about and me assuring them that yes, whatever it was I could be a big help. They walked me around the office. I met the two other people there. We shook hands and I walked out after maybe 20. But it FELT SO RIGHT every single second I was there. They told me during the interview that I would hear back after Labor Day. Ok, fine.

I drove home just so darn excited. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, because there is always someone out there better than you. But they really seemed to like me? At least, boy, it sure felt like it!

So, today, I was pulling into the UPS store to return a box to Amazon and happened to check my email in the parking lot. There was a JOB OFFER! Which I ACCEPTED! I cheered and yelled and then promptly cried in my SUV. In the parking lot. In front of the Chinese restaurant next to the UPS.

I AM EMPLOYED PEOPLE!! By someone who will take taxes out of my paycheck!

So here’s the thing. This whole process I have not obsessed. I have not worried. I have not been an impatient control freak. I honestly felt this whole time that God had something in mind–the right job for me, and the right Me for the company, if that makes sense. Both had to fit. When I didn’t get that first job–didn’t get an INTERVIEW or even an EMAIL, I was disheartened and disappointed, because it really seemed like the “perfect” job. But I believed that there must be something better out there for me. And this company–from the very first second that I shook the gal’s hand–felt RIGHT. Small company (5 people plus me now), really great boss and really great admin. I know that I will be able to use my gifts and help them.

And while everyone keeps laughing about this, I get to wear JEANS. In all this, I was willing to do the dress up thing. But I didn’t want to. I felt like stamping my foot at the idea. I bought three dress pants (took the tags off one of them only), bought a couple of blouses. But when the admin said “oh, we’re casual here, wear shorts or jeans” I was beyond thrilled.

So here’s the overall details: I’ll work Monday through Friday, 10-2. It’s 11 minutes from my house and 6 minutes to Bennett’s work (so I can pick him up after if his shift ends at 2) (which it frequently does). I get to wear jeans. It’s a very small company that is growing very quickly. It’s a part time job but they could see it turning to full time in a couple of years, which could totally work for me with Ethan’s schooling.

So, basically, the perfect job. Orchestrated by God. I’m just so very grateful!

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Adventures in Job Hunting

As you know, things have changed a bit around here. In four and a half weeks when school starts, I’ll have: one away at college, one working mostly part time, one in school full time at Overbrook and one splitting time between gifted school and performing arts school.

That’s a TINY BIT different from how life has gone on the past almost-18 years.

It was my intention (and how many times have I said THAT on this blog?!) to start looking for jobs once we got past Labor Day.

However, I started looking around. There was a seemingly PERFECT job (literally less than a mile from my house) so I sent out my resume and a cover letter and never heard anything. Once I started looking I just kind of kept on doing it.

As my counselor told me, God knows what’s going to happen and God even has a job in mind for me. Now, sometimes I’m not great with that concept, but this time I actually am. I’ve been checking the job listing posts and sending in resumes–I think six so far–part time administrative assistant jobs within a 10 mile radius of my zip code and not working nights or weekends are not so abundant. I have the luxury (and I totally acknowledge that!) of being picky. I don’t want to work weird hours. I still honestly consider my first responsibility is to my family.

I was getting a little discouraged. I hadn’t heard ANYTHING from ANY of them. And I really think I’d be great at all of them! Finally a few days ago I got an email from one asking if I understood the part time nature of the position and the salary parameters. I’m guessing they’ve been burned by people having issues with either or both? Either way, I’m fine with both. Full time is just NOT an option right now.

Then, weirdly enough, they sent me a request for SIX references! Two coworker/peers (I don’t really have that, but figured it out), two relatives and two manager/supervisor/professor/teacher. For the last one I contacted the teachers of the class I took this past spring and one did it right away. So yesterday afternoon they emailed, wanting a phone interview on Friday!

People, the last time I interviewed was about two years before I left my old job, so roughly 20-odd years ago!

The phone part of it will allow me more time to go out and buy a few things. I have ONE pair of dress pants that I wear to funerals and weddings, and only dressy blouses appropriate for those occasions. Nothing “business like”. I remember how much we spent when Jim needed a professional wardrobe. Hopefully I will be much, much less expensive!

So to wrap this finally up, I’m excited, but keeping it on the downlow, because I 1) don’t want to get my hopes up and 2) don’t want to spend my days obsessing about this!

Posted in Job, Me, Professional Organzing

SAHM

I have been a full-time stay at home mom since I ended up pregnant and on bedrest with multiples. I have not regretted this, although sure, some extra money would be nice.

About 6 or 7 years ago I started a part time business wherein I was a professional organizer and helped others organize their homes. I loved (LOVED!) doing it. I loved getting paid for something I loved doing. I loved helping people. I loved everything about it.

But.

I haven’t worked in about a year. Not through a lack of desire, but a lack of clients. I don’t typically work during the summer due to the kids being home. But this fall, instead of all my kids getting on lovely school buses and being gone during the day, two will be home doing cyber school. Making working outside of the home incredibly difficult, if not outright impossible.

We just received the automatic renewal notice on my business’ website. Being that I don’t intend on being able to actually work, it’s time to take the website down. Which ended up being rather difficult for me to accept. It’s the right thing to do, but it’s like saying Good-bye to my business, which I loved.

Someday in the future I may be able to go back to working, but for now I’ll just be a SAHM. And thankful for the privilege to do so.

Posted in 7 Quick Takes, Addiction, Cleaning, Job, Kids, Thankfulness, Vacation

1. Two posts in two days! Aren’t I impressive?!

2. My tale of woe for today: Today is the first day that all four kids are off. Ethan’s school district always starts late and ends late. So for a week on each end I’m dealing with wanting to stay up late and having to get up early. SO, today is the first real day of summer vacation. I could SLEEP IN PAST 6:00. No rushing to get anyone out the door. Jim would even put the dog out for me (which I always do since I’m the first one up). Ah, bliss. Only notsomuch. 3am. I wake up because someone went to the bathroom (side note, does deep sleeping ever come back once you are a mom?). 3:01am Laura comes in because she had a bad dream. She’s almost 11. My tolerance for this is getting lower. I rub her back for a few minutes and send her back to bed. Am awake for awhile, but eventually fall asleep. Wake up around 4:30am. Just because. Go back to sleep. Wake up around 5:??am because of the garbage trucks. Shut the window, go back to sleep. 7:20 or so KNOCK, KNOCK. Wake up out of a sound sleep. Laura wants to come in and lay down with me. Any other morning in creation I would have been fine. This morning? NO WAY. I admit to not being the kindest, lovingest mother in my response to Laura. She leaves. I lay there, wide awake, wondering if I should give up or try to fall back asleep. A few minutes later, the door opens and in comes Catie to snuggle. NO! I asked for one day! ONE DAY.

I got up. I told Jim what his daughters had done. He gave me an “awww!” I’m going to renegotiate for another morning.

3. Morale of the story: lock the door and sleep with earplugs. Or don’t even try. Low expectations never disappoint.

4. Changing gears, I have said I want 2012 to be a completely sober year. I’m halfway through and things are looking okay so far. There have certainly been twinges, there have been temptations, there have been moments where the goal was less important, but so far I have chosen obedience and sobriety. It’s been GOOD.

5. A friend of mine and I are doing a Home Reboot with SarahMae. With summer vacation the house generally nosedives. I really, REALLY don’t want that to happen this year. However, I know myself very well and if I don’t have someone to hold me accountable (and this friend is my addiction accountability as well!), I will definitely not follow through. So far I’ve tackled the upstairs bedrooms and am currently working my way though the laundry (changing seasons of linens on 5 beds makes for a lot of blankets!) and the dreaded office. Today I’m determined to clean the stove and oven (which is a 4.5 hour cleaning cycle and makes the house smell) and continuing with the office.

6. Jim has been between contracts now since March. It’s been very challenging around here. Two expected contracts never came to fruition. Not that we are in any marital difficulties, because we aren’t, but I understand why money trouble is the #1 reason for divorce in America.

7. I listed Ethan’s pullups on Freecycle. Two different people came and picked them up. SO WEIRD, but SO AMAZING to not have a drawer full of them. To only keep a few “just in case”, which has not been the case since early May. He hasn’t even had an accident except for one day at school where he told the teacher he had to go, but they were outside on a cane lesson and couldn’t get to a bathroom in time. He’s had no accidents at home at all. Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

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The Light is Bright

when you are on the other side of the tunnel, that is.

After 9 weeks I’m back to being a stay at home mom. Here’s what I learned from the experience:

1. I am not wired to work outside the house all day and then come home and manage to keep up with everything that needs to be done. Laundry, cooking and the occasional clearing-off-the-counters happened. Oh, and I cleaned the toilets once or twice.

2. If I am cheery at work with nice adults, I have a much more difficult time being cheery at home with children who are not so nice. It’s like I have only a certain amount of cheeriness and then it gets used up. And since I’m not going to be grouchy around adults, my family will bear the brunt of it. I didn’t know this about myself.

3. Seeing the house pile up and not having the energy to deal with it made me rather excited about the idea of being finally home to deal with it.

4. I made a better wife than Jim does. Go figure!

5. I look forward, after the children are grown, to rejoining the workforce. I actually like working in an office. I enjoy being administrative help, although I certainly like professional organizing’s pay better! I got many kudos and thank you’s from the people I worked with/for, which was really, pretty darn nice. Families don’t, normally, do that. Jim calls them “attaboys”. They make life a little nicer!

So, all that said, I’m very glad to be at home again. I have a HUGE paperwork pile to tackle, which includes some very important, time-sensitive insurance re-enrollment stuff. I’m happy to finally have the time and energy to do this.

Oh, and one more thing–5 WEEKS UNTIL DISNEY WORLD!!