Well not really, but this interview was for a job I couldn't take anyway. They got back to me and said I didn't get it, but that they loved me and wanted to get my permission to forward on my resume to a few other people. It's fine by me, so I guess that's pretty much the best outcome for a job I was afraid I would get and have to turn down. I hope something will come out of it all. And I still haven't heard from the job I really really want, which said they would try and get back to me last week. So despite this week sucking job wise, it will rock life wise with our 2 week vacation to Ireland!
12 hours of travel time with an infant and a toddler...wish us luck!
I've been told that two full time sponsored positions will get back to me this week. This means that the compulsive email checking has begun. And the startup has still not given me a contract to sign, officially stated me hours or given me any other info other than an updated style guide of sorts. I'm not really trying to rush them since we're going on vacation for two weeks at the end of this week. I'm sure that once we're away they will URGENTLY need me and my inbox will be flooded. It wouldn't surprise me one stinking bit. Even with these two possible positions in the pipeline, I've still been working the networking/reconnecting angle to not only find out about upcoming positions, but also to rebuild my friend base in the area. Once you leave and only come back for a few weeks every few months it's hard to keep up with people/maintain friendships other than on facebook.
Packing for the big trip has begun. Liam's anal retentive sister, Linda, has begun coordinating our stay. While it is helpful for her to find a pack and play and blow up mattress for us, the fact that she always feels like she has to be in charge is irksome. I wonder how she'll feel when Liam takes back the necklace, earrings and bracelet that he gave to his mother two years before she passed away. For some reason, although Linda is the 4th child, she feels like all of those decisions have to run through her. I just try and stay out of it when she starts obsessively mothering everyone (ie actually look a plate of food out of my hands while I was eating because according to her it was time for the meal it end) and let Liam take over the talking to.
It's always odd when I visit Liam's family. It is a large family where everyone lives nearby, but I wouldn't call them close. With my fam, everyone is laughing, telling stories, teasing each other, kids are running around, etc. With Liam's family, no one is really laughing, old stories generally piss someone off, not make them laugh and exchanges are generally about the one-up-manship of how much their life sucks. But Liam's friends give me a much better famly/at home feel, so the wedding will be awesome! The girls will love it and so will I. I've never been looking forward to walking more in my life.
And a serious case of the jitters. I really want this one position that would bring together all of the things I love, namely travel, research, community service and working with students. I would be creating curriculum and teaching mini courses that would culminate in travel where we would put all of that course prep into action. I can create a curriculum on pretty much anything, law, economic development, women's issues, education, media, pretty much anything. It would also be a seriously fun job working at a cool place where I would get to learn a boat load. I really really want it, so much so that I've actually created a whole website that showcases pretty much everything I would want to do, how I would do it and how it would make the program better.
I used all of my networking skills to ensure I got an interview. I don't know if I was going to get one anyway, but I made sure I got one. Befriended a member of the HR staff and got her to check in for me, made sure my friends dropped subtle and not to subtle hints I would be amazing and of course applied with a great application. So I'll interview and include my site with additions from the interview in the thank you note email followup. The last time I had butterflies in my stomach like this was during finals when I interviewed for my first job out of undergrad. I'm hoping this is a good sign. Ahh, so close to something so great! I just hope it all goes to plan...
Summer fever is setting in and we need to get out of this place. There are only so many indoor activities that you can come up with for a 20 month old. Z is driving us and herself crazy! We leave in less than 3 weeks and I can't wait to be able to just let her run in the back garden in the grass. We won't have to pre-cool the car to make sure I don't burn my hands on the seat belts and steering wheel and that is a plus in my book no matter what.
Boo is growing by leaps and bounds. She's practically in push up position and super alert during the days. She's not so great at staying asleep at night, but she's better at just eating and going right back to sleep. She's starting to hit that fun age where you can start to play. In addition to pushing up super high to look over the arms of the recliner she has commandeered, she is cooing at us and starting to laugh. It's making the semi-sleepless nights much more bearable.
Z is starting to hit the terrible 2s earlier than expected. She's having fits, trying to throw her weight around and being defiant or just throwing herself on the ground for no reason. We walk in the door and she just falls down crying, we ask, "what do you want?" we open the door thinking she wants to go outside, she screams even more, we close the door and ask if she wants to play inside and she screams louder. I can't wait until she can talk and tell us what she wants because 50 questions is only leading to more and more forced tears from her. But then of course she does something completely adorable and we say how lucky we are. I think our brain is just keeping us from processing and remembering the tantrums.
The 4th of July party was a lot of fun. Maybe it was too much fun, Liam had to kick out the stragglers at about 2am. I snuck upstairs with the kids at about 10:30! How lame is that?! Apparently people were looking for me, but at that point I was so pooped from making brownies, mini quiche, burger patties and potato salad to even care. It was a success and we're looking forward to the next party in, oh I don't know, maybe 4 months.
I had an interview for a full time university teaching position. I was under the impression that it would take place twice a week, which made the 30 min commuter flight possible on those days. During the interview I was informed the schedule would now be 4 or 5 times per week. I nearly balked when they said that. There is no freaking way. I'm equally afraid that I screwed up answering a few questions, so I won't get it and that since they said they loved my energy and were excited about my suggestions that I will get it. If I did get it, turning it down would be heartbreaking (good pay, insurance, stipends, 401k), but living apart is not an option again.
On a more hopeful note, I spoke to someone a bit more local about a position, he loved me and invited us to dinner at his house this weekend and gave me some people to contact. I just hope something comes from all of my networking soon!
The ladies all went out for a much deserved brunch, well it started out at a nice ladies brunch and ended well after 10pm at a bar. It all started innocently enough, kissing Liam bye, leaving him with the girls and Melody and her husband to take over kid duty. We all caravaned over to the hotel, which has the best brunch in town, it's so freaking good, I'm still dreaming about it. It was a bubbly brunch, so yum. After it was all said and done and they kicked us out at 4 we all intended to head on home, swim with the husbands and kids and enjoy the rest of the evening back at our compound...well someone got the brilliant idea to head out for a couple post-brunch drinks.
Those few drinks evolved into a 6 hour post brunch hangout and didn't end until I finally dragged someone away to share a cab with me because I was totally out of cash. Needless to say the next day was a bit rough. My head and stomach felt fine. It was my back that had gone crazy. I don't know what I did to it, I have no idea, but I was completely unable to bend. So sitting down, picking up the kids, changing diapers or just generally functioning was difficult. Liam was a trooper about it, especially since he gets his golf days. Now the big effort is into getting the house ready for our 4th of July party. I think I've got the menu down, next up shopping, prepping and cooking for the big day. It's going to be so much fun!