I was told by a woman I knit with that I was crazy to even look at working in Boston.
Um, that’s where the jobs are… do you really think I’m enjoying the idea of having to commute by train?! For up to two hours depending on how far I need to travel?
Today’s second interview went well, but he kept harping on my marketing degree.
I can’t tell if he was confused by my creative/logical duality or just fascinated that I would choose accounting over the exciting world of advertising.
I got a taste of what my evening commute would be and I’m worried… I’d forgotten that on I-93 the breakdown lanes are legit travel lanes between 3-7 PM. BECAUSE FOUR LANES OF MASSHOLES AREN’T ENOUGH DURING RUSH HOUR. There needs to be an easier/better/safer way to get from here to there.
There’s two of us in contention for this position, and I think I have a good shot, but 93 has the potential to be a deal breaker.
Plus, I haven’t heard back from the retirement place or had the first interview (re)scheduled for the cost job.
I don’t know what I should do… I don’t know what I want to do…
I applied for a job in Boston yesterday. Got an immediate response asking me if I wanted to commute to the Back Bay area of Boston. Seriously?!?!
I have a phone screen with the arena the Bs play in tomorrow.
I have that second today.
The job search is picking up steam again. w00t!
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There’s been a lot of speculation over who will replace Matt Smith. Some want a woman, and I’m not sure Moffat can write a strong woman character.
His female companions are weak and seem to spend a lot of time waiting for the Doctor or sacrificing themselves to save him. I mean, Amy Pond is known as the girl who waited and Clara Oswin Oswald basically inserted herself into the Doctor’s timeline so she could keep saving his life.
Such. Bullshit.
I probably don’t even need to go into Sherlock’s “Scandal in Belgravia” to touch upon how badly he fucked up on writing Irene Adler. (Still a sore spot and it’s my least favorite episode after “Reichenbach”.) He made her a fucking dominatrix and introduced her to the audience buck-fucking-nekkid. Yep. AND he still managed to make her weak. OK. I need to stop before I get all worked up again… ARGH!
So. Stephen Moffat writing/leading a show that would feature a female Doctor?
No. Fucking. Way. Would. I. Watch. That.
I loved the Ponds. I really did. But Clara never did it for me. I’m hoping she leaves when Eleven does because out of all the companions in the reboot, she was the absolute worst. Then again, maybe there’s something wrong with me because I really liked Martha Jones and she’s one of the least liked companions. She’s no Donna Noble, but there was a lot to like about her.
I can’t put it off any more… it’s time to start rucking with a fully loaded ruck. Four bricks, 3 litres of water, and a yoga block to keep the bricks in place. It is fucking heavy and if I don’t get used to doing some serious miles with it on, I will die in July. Die, I tell you!
I’ve been putting it off and putting it off because I HATE being on a treadmill. I don’t need to do it on a treadmill. I live in a relatively safe neighborhood, I’m home during the afternoon when the sun is shining bright… there is absolutely no reason I haven’t started yet.
Except for a stupid fear:
I’m afraid to go for a walk by myself - what if I go too far, get too tired and can’t make it back home?
I know, I know, I know.
Today’s big plan includes looking for a job, logging some serious time on the treadmill, going to the Apple store to fix my baby, and going to my work out.
No interviews today, but I have one tomorrow. It’s a second so there’s really nothing more I can do except show up. Besides, they don’t have a website or anything.
I hate this… I really hate this… and it’s been going on over a month.
if it wasn’t 90 degrees in this house, i’d be wearing a shock blanket, too
Normal people hate Sundays because it means they have to go back to work on Monday. I hate Sundays because it means J has to go back to work and I’m left here.
Alone.
Sundays always tend to find me in a really bad space because of that.
I’m in such a bad place, that I broke down earlier…
J was going grocery shopping and he asked me what I wanted. I pretty much screamed, “I WANT A FUCKING JOB!”
From there it went from bad to worse as I laid the following out for him:
I have a second interview with the industry place on Tuesday. I know - this is a TERRIBLE thing. How DARE they ask me back?!
The interview I was supposed to have on Friday for the Cost job has not yet been rescheduled.
The second interview - if there is one for the retirement place - won’t be until next week. Possibly. Or the week after.
Still no word from the hotel place regarding a second.
Let’s not forget, I passed up a second. (Granted, a place I didn’t want to work at, but still…)
My biggest fear now is that, because of shitty timing, I’ll be offered the job at the industry place before I know about any other position I might be the least bit interested in (i.e., the cost job, or the retirement place). It’s what happened when I took that temp job in March. I took the one that sounded good, that offered first, because I got twitchy about being stuck at home. In the end, I missed out on a second, and a first interview at two different places that would have probably been much better fits.
I don’t want to make the wrong choice.
I’m TERRIFIED to make the wrong choice.
How the hell am I supposed to get past this and trust myself?!?!
