Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Off to Zurich!

ZURCH! has been published (well, the first chapter at least). The other five chapters still need some work. They’re getting there, slowly but surely. Response has been OK so far, and it’s driving traffic to the first two episodes AND the Johnlock, so no complaints there.

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Had an interview yesterday with an accounting outsourcing / consulting firm. Well, I say firm… more like itty bitty little company. It sounds good. To a point. I have to start part time, but she thinks it will go full time by January. There’s a lot of bookkeeping, some sales, and some stuff to fill the other hours.

I liked it well enough, and I was thinking seriously about it, but then… things changed.

I had a phone screen on Monday night for an accounting job at a sports arena. May get an in person interview the week after Thanksgiving. I don’t know what to think about that. I don’t want to get my hopes up like I did for the restaurant, but I’d like to work there.

Today, I had an interview with a recruiter. She was the first one to actually take an interest in me. That sounds weird to say, but I can’t describe it any other way. We’re revising my resume as I speak and she’s already found a position for me. I hope to hell I get an interview with her client. She feels that I’m under priced for the positions I want, doesn’t think my resume actually positions me correctly for the jobs I want, and thinks I need to find the right fit with a company that will take a chance on me. (Lack of large company experience is really causing major problems.) If I get an interview there, it will also be after Thanksgiving.

Fucking holiday. I’m so fucking thankful that I’m unemployed… GRRRRRR

So anyhoo, after meeting with her and really thinking about what I want out of this job search, taking the job with the accounting outsourcing company doesn’t seem like a good fit. I’m NOT a bookkeeper and I’m tired of people seeing my resume and thinking “bookkeeper”. I’m a fucking accountant, not an A/R, A/P or payroll clerk. I have the fucking degree, I graduated with the highest honours possible, even though I was working full time… I deserve to play with the big boys and not in the minor leagues.

I just don’t know how to get there, and that’s what this recruiter seems to understand more than the others. She seems to have more faith in me than the others. Fuck, she has more faith in me than myself.

I just don’t know what to do or how to do it, but I can’t stay home any more and I’m running out of unemployment funds.

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My NaNo has something like 16K words left (if that), and I’m starting to build towards the climax. My killer is actually two people and Sherlock’s already deduced the first one, so nothing but momentum there. I just need to find the time to finish it. I’ll definitely hit my word count by the end of the month even if I can’t tie everything up in a nice big bow in those last 16K words.

In the mean time, I need to clean my office and dig out through the mess in my craft room. I can’t believe how messy the house in general has gotten because I can’t find the energy to care (hello, depression!), but I also can’t believe how easy it was to completely destroy two rooms while looking for my grandparents’ crap. Since I don’t have anything going on during the day for the rest of the week, I think I’m just going to suck it up, take Guinness to day care early and spend the day cleaning (after I look for a job, of course).

For the first time in weeks, I actually feel well enough to do stuff. I need to take advantage of feeling well while I’m feeling well.