New job old company

One of the many things occupying my time this past month or so is the search for a new job for me.  I like my current job (job #4) well enough but it’s sporadic on the work available. Some weeks I have lots to do and some weeks there is no point in my coming in.  I’d like something a little more steady & maybe full time.

A couple of weeks ago, for no real reason, I checked out the website of my previous job (Job#3), and they had an opening for my EXACT old job. Same duties, same freaking software even!

So naturally I applied.

It’s MY JOB after all.

Let me explain the strange series of events that are my job history.  It is intertwined with DH’s.

Back in 1996 DH got a job with a company that was owned by Bossman and Partner #1 and we moved here.  I ended up working for Partner #1 at another company he owned (job #1). Bossman & Partner #1 split up and Bossman sold #1’s share in the company to Partner #2 & they rebranded themselves.  DH remained with the rebranded company. Bossman started a Second Company (while working mostly at the rebranded on) and hired me to work at Second Company (job #2). Eventually, in 1999, I left it to work at job #3, which has nothing to do with Bossman or any of his partners.  Havoc was born in Oct 2002 & I remained at job #3 until my childcare arrangements collapsed shortly after I returned from maternity leave in Feb 2003. In 2004 Bossman, who DH was still working for, formed yet another company (Third Company) with all new partners (partners #3-5) and sold off his part of rebranded company, closed Second Company (my job #2) and focused full time on this new company. One of his first hires was DH. After a few years Bossman left Third Company after a falling out with Partners #3-5 & went to work for some other people for awhile.  Then a couple years ago Partners #3-5 fell out and Bossman was brought back.  DH remained at Third Company through all this. Shortly after he came back Bossman offered me the part time work I have been doing ever since

Now, back to my job #3.  My replacement, while I was on maternity leave from it, was a woman I worked with at job #1, who had recently started at job #3 after job #1 went out of business.  She would later leave my job #3 to go to work with DH at Third Company.  My job at job #3 covered an 18 hour span some days so there were a couple part timers who sort of answered to me, the full time job holder. One of those new hires, right before Havoc arrived, was a young gentleman who was quiet but picked things up quickly. When the woman from job #1, left to work for Third Company (I had already quit job #3) he was given that position.  Over the next 11 years he would hold different positions with the company and last week he was the one that interviewed me.

(there are 4 jobs and 10 people who can do them in the area it seems at times)

MY JOB had been filled internally, but they had a different position in mind for me. Only part time for now (as opposed to the full time MY JOB is) but that is mostly due to my availability right now. When football season is over my availability increases a good deal and I’m hoping to get more hours then and work myself into a full time regular position instead of the current part time seasonal one.

I’ve done it before, it’s how I got MY JOB. I started out part time on the phones and proved myself worthy, as it were.

So here is hoping I can do it again.

And that I like this new job as much as I liked job #3.

June to August by the Numbers

Month in Numbers is a meme by Julie Kirk at notes on paper

The month sort of just went by.  It didn’t fly by. It didn’t drag by.  It just went by in the way non-eventful days go by. I’ve got nothing specific to say about it, or the summer in general actually.

But here are some highlights of the summer.

22 – pounds of hamburger eaten.  This was my only real goal of the summer – eat all the ground beef. We had lots of burgers and the occasional cheeseburger pie or tacos and on August 31st we ate the last of it.  I was adamant about this because we are talking about doing another cow share with 3 families.  That is how we ended up with the original 48 pounds of (very fatty) ground beef to be begin with.  If there was still ground beef left when we got another third of a cow we’d never get out from under the pile of ground beef.  All we have left of the cow share are some thin cut sirloins, a 4lb brisket & a giant pot roast that is too big to fit in my crock pot or enameled pot.  The sirloins will get eaten soon enough and we’ll be doing the brisket up for an Autumn Equinox party in a few weeks (or Halloween, depends on football)

2.5 – giant bottles of tequila drank, plus 2 regular sized bottles. Havoc has gotten very good at making margaritas.

176

3 – bottles of syrup made, also for margaritas

220

$12.74 – an amount I will NOT be paying for the new Agatha Christie book in kindle format.  I’m dubious about the whole idea to begin with and that price puts me firmly in the “no, not going to buy it” category.  There is no need whatsoever for an ebook to cost that much and I just won’t pay it.  I can wait a bit & get the book for free from the library.

Free from the library is ALWAYS an option HarperCollins Publishing.  So is $3 for the used hardback.  Please keep that in mind.

4 – football games played so far   

0 – football games won so far – neither team is doing so good

32 – geocaches found

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4 – new tires to replace 4 very bald tires on my mini-van

30ish give or take a few – meals I actually cooked (as opposed to sandwiches, leftovers & cans of soup heated up)

3 – loaves of sourdough bread made with my sourdough starter

7 – days it took me to get a usable sourdough starter

217

10 – weeks of Project Life pages I have assembled this summer

31 – last week I actually assembled

36 – week we are beginning today.

I’ll catch up, I swear!  The boys go back to school tomorrow at long last!!!

This week

Last week of summer! We had plans for this week, but as usual those plans have been supplanted. Instead there will be the usual routine of practice, sandwiches, shouting at brothers by both other brothers and parents, threats, lies and photographs.

Though I have been falling behind on the photographs due to being way ahead on the shouting.

 

      

I applied for a new job! It’s actually my old job!  It is the exact same job – titles, duties, software, etc – that was doing when Havoc was born back in 2002.  I had to give that job up due to my child care arrangements falling through & then learning, just as I was getting them rearranged, that I was pregnant with Mayhem & well, SAHM seemed to be the best option at that time. Now it’s 12 years later & time to transition from part time work to full time work and I would like my old job back please.  It’s open after all & you can’t find a better qualified candidate.  So here’s hoping I get a call for an interview.

 

      

Sandwiches, leftovers.  I’m not even trying really.  Football practice adds & subtracts days as they please. There is no point planning anything.

 

 

 

 

Today we go to Middle School orientation with Havoc. (for non-Americans, in our area grades 6th-8th are in one school building called Middle School, in other areas it can be from 6th-9th and could be called Junior High)  I realize this is supposed to be all angsty & stuff for me & Havoc but neither of us seem to be getting into the spirit of it. It’s not like he’s suddenly going to be in a sea of strangers. It’ll be the same kids he’s been with since kindergarten.  There’s only one of each grade in the whole county, so the same 120ish kids are together from the first day of kindergarten until the last day of high school.  Plus hormones.  That’ll be new.

We get a lecture on how middle school works & then he gets his schedule & locker combination & can go find their classrooms & practice opening their lockers.   I got him a combination lock to practice on now before he gets his locker assignment & has to try to open it surrounded by all his peers.  I knew learning how it works would be a frustrating & whiny process (much like shoe tying) & decided it was best undertaken at home, rather than with an audience.  Sure enough it was exactly the experience I envisioned but now he has it down and can teach others. 

Mayhem’s Open House is Thursday & we can meet his teacher.  There is an orientation but at this point it’s unnecessary for us.  Now I just need to sort out all those school supplies I bought so each boy can take them with him.

Loving the new Doctor. Loving even more that he isn’t anyone’s boyfriend.  The whole ‘in love with the Doctor’ thing that has run through nearly every single companion of the new series has bugged me no end. It’s just wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. Donna is my very favorite companion & a good part of that is that she was never in love with the Doctor (sometimes you wondered if she even liked the guy all that much).  She and Ten had a wonderful relationship.  I was so relieved after Rose and Martha. I was about to give up on it all but Donna saved that. And I liked Amy’s story enough to stick around, though towards the end of her run it was getting to be the “Amy Pond Show, featuring The Doctor”.  I’m ambivalent about Clara.  The Doctor is a freaky, somewhat scary alien, not a romantic lead. The only person who has any business being in love with the Doctor is River & she’s sort of a freaky, rather more scary alien herself. I’m not usually all pedantic about how shows ought to go but having been a classic Who fan since the mid-70s, I just cannot get behind the idea of him as a love interest.  It’s wrong and I’m glad they’ve fixed it. At least for now.

Those Who Do Not Learn from the Past

There has been a lot going on here that I don’t talk about because well, it’s just stuff.  Nothing can be done about it. Everything that is a problem is out of my control & all I can do is wait. We’re all alive & well and things are good with DH & I, it’s just… stuff.  So there is this constant sort of background stress going on that saps my energy.

Yesterday Vanity saw an opening and decided to take advantage of it.

See, Common Sense has been working hard the past couple months and is sort of worn down by everything. And Common Sense is really the only thing between me and whatever wild hair Vanity gets.

And speaking of hair….

While I was at the gym Vanity suddenly decided that a new hair color was in order and Common Sense, exhausted by trying to keep on top of everything just sort of looked at Vanity and was all “Really? That’s where you are going? Hair? Do we have to do this now? There are still 20 minutes left on this treadmill & I’m trying to listen to an audiobook. Go away.”

But Vanity sensed weakness and wouldn’t let it go. ‘Yes! Hair! Gorgeous hair! Reddish brown, shiny curls! Just imagine it!”

Common Sense replied “I don’t need to imagine it. I can remember it quite well. It’s always ends badly. Let it go”

And Vanity said “It’ll be different this time! Promise!”

Really, you do have to admire Vanity’s eternal optimism in the face of repeated failures..

Common Sense sighed and dragged herself away from the adventures of Decius Caecilius Metellus the Younger to remind Vanity of the numerous occasions dye jobs went wrong but Vanity was unmoved. 

“It’ll be different this time. It really will.” she insisted.

“Ok fine” came Common Sense. “We’ll start saving up for coloring at a salon.  We’re going to need at least $150 by the time all the color, tone & highlights are done.”

Vanity wasn’t having it. Vanity knew the earliest that was likely to happen was December and Vanity is extremely impatient.  “We’ll get a box! Boxes are fine! And only $10!”

Common Sense retaliated with “No boxes!  All color has to be done by a stylist! You PROMISED that after the last box job.”

Vanity was silent, knowing full well I had to stop by the drug store to pick up a prescription and to get to the pharmacy I had to walk past the hair color section.

Common Sense mistook that silence for agreement and was therefor quite baffled to find me holding this less than a minute after entering the store.

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“You PROMISED!!” wailed Common Sense

Vanity was very excited about this box. “See! Gorgeous reddish brown! Copper tones! It’s perfect.”

Common Sense muttered darkly about frizzy hair, roots and glow in the dark color hoping to summon her backup, the Insecurities.  But the Insecurities have had an even harder time the last couple months and couldn’t be bothered to do more than agree gloomily that yes, fizzy hair, bad color, etc, whatever… leaving Common Sense with no help whatsoever.

Vanity played her trump card “Life’s been difficult. We deserve a treat!”

Common Sense is sort of a sucker for treats when she is feeling worn down & suggested a bar of really good dark chocolate instead. Vanity thought that was no good because the chocolate would be gone in no time and Common Sense said that was sort of the point. We’d be stuck with this hair fiasco for months!

Vanity knew she had the upper hand and before I knew it I was at home with a bunch of dye in my hair.

And for once my bathroom did not look like a particularly gruesome murder had been committed in it..

Vanity took this as a sign this would all be perfect but Common Sense just shook her head, the cynicism plain to see.

I ended up not with the darkish coppery hair of the box (big surprise there) but instead my hair is the color of a (fuzzy) shiny penny.  It’s pretty but not what Vanity wanted.

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(it’s brighter than this photo shows. It glows in the sun.)

This of course led to Common Sense jumping up and down and chanting “Told you so! Told you so!” over an over like a hyperactive toddler and sent Vanity off sulking somewhere. The Insecurities can’t be bothered to have an opinion right now but say they will like it…maybe in a week or so, when it is slightly less bright.  It has promise.

And meanwhile I have hair the color of a shiny penny.

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