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I just told the News Director who offered me a job...to go fly a kite. Of course, I used very diplomatic terms and even suggested he contact me if his "situation" changes. (like you stop being a jerk)
He offered me a horrible package. 10k salary cut from what I make now. 3 year contract, no moving expenses and producing with some reporting and the possibility of one-man banding here and there.
I know, I know...what was I thinking!!! I coulda been a star...in my old market... with a crappy job.... and less money than I made when I worked/lived there 4 years ago! Sheesh. NDs have a lot of nerve, don't they?
Please buy it!
Beautifully. That's how our realtor says our home showed today during the first tour by a prospective buyer. It should have shown beautifully. We scoured and scrubbed and polished and buffed. We rearranged and packed away, removed pictures and puttied nail holes. We worked from 7am until 2:30pm. Thankfully Andrew slept 3 hours, because for a while he was undoing everything we did.
We were so proud of it, and for a moment wondered why we were selling such a beautiful place.
Will we find something that nice in NC? Will we have to tear down wallpaper and replace broken floor tiles?
The couple seems perfect. He's a banker. She's pregnant. They are young and just starting out. His family lives nearby. He works 5 minutes away. Our realtor said she was very excited about the nursery. The thought of more babies growing there warms my heart. She loved our color scheme. He loved the backyard.
Our realtor says they commented on more things they liked. They didn't mention anything they didn't. No comments about "other" homes. When they saw everything they left. They said they'd be in touch.
Now we wait...
My mom and I love to spend time together over a couple of cups of hot tea. Brewed orange pekeo or green tea...usually with a packet of sweetner. It began because of my tummy problems...at a pretty young age. Now we just enjoy the comfort of the mild flavor and warm temperature...especially when we're together.
I drink a cup most days to start off the morning. For a while now, Andrew has been interested in the white mug, and wanted some for himself. So this weekend, I used a teaspoon of sugar, because there weren't any yellow packets around. I figured I'd let him sample my tea. He liked it. Today, I'm wondering if his desire to sit and stir the empty mug is more of a mimicking behavior than a curious one.
See, I wasn't making it up! Thanks Brian for getting this shot. I'll always cherish it. I love you!
Andrew is 15 months old today! He is so funny. Every few minutes he's cracking us up by mimicking a word we say, running to us with lips puckered for a kiss, or throwing his hands over his eyes in mock embarrassment. So cute! He is busting out of 18 month clothes...and today I fastened the velco on his size 4 shoes for the first time.
Last night Andrew went to bed at 8:15 and woke up at 9:45. His molars were really causing him discomfort. So I gave him some ice in his teether and we cuddled together in bed for a while. All you could hear were sucking sounds as the ice melted in his mouth.
I put him back in his crib while he was still awake and he held my hand and looked up at me in the dark. I had to choke back the tears as my feelings of intense and unconditional love overwhelmed me. I leaned down and kissed him. He is such a blessing in our lives and Brian and I still can't believe such a handsome, charismatic, bright, sweet little boy belongs to us. We are just loving every minute we get to spend with him.
We love you so much honey bear.
Well, I am home sick today. I spent the bulk of the evening and morning hunched over in pain. My irritable bowl syndrome is the worst it's ever been. I don't know why...I mean, I know I am under a tremendous amount of stress and I know that is what this onset is from, but I have never reacted this way to stress before. Luckily I have drugs, and they do help. I just wish I could take more than 2 a day.
So here's why I am in such bad shape. The last two days we were in NC. I interviewed at two places. I was more excited about the advertising agency, because it is new and exciting to me. I knew I had to get through the first interview though, at a local TV station that was once a competitor. I felt like I was at the evil empire...sleeping with the enemy. It went well, and they ushered in a slew of people for me to talk to, because they didn't know what else to do. I am so overqualified for the job it's comical. So, instead of any one person having enough to ask me, they brought in a bunch to ask the same things. I know I'll enjoy it, because I'll be busy and doing something I know I can do in my sleep. But as I posted before...Christmas falls on a Tuesday, and I dread having to even ask for the freak'in day off. I want to have the same holidays off Brian does at the bank, and I even applied to some banks. No one called.
Next, we drove about 45 minutes to the next interview. I was really nervous because I had no idea what I would say. My IBS had forced me to put it out of my mind, completely, and so I didn't feel prepared. It turned out fine. The co-owner knew me from TV and was a bit star-struck. It was odd, but I quickly learned that I was the interviewer. They seem so nice, and so honest and open. The problem? Commission only, and GOD knows when I will finally get a client to sign on. The economy is a bit slow right now, and real estate and builder clients are dropping like flies. AND, I won't even get a check until I go PICK UP their money. So I would be a bill collector too. EEwwww.
Once I realized I couldn't take this job, due to financial issues...like needing to eat and feed my son and husband...I had to accept the idea of working in TV again. I became so depressed. I really didn't know how I felt about it, until the only other option I have dissintegrated before my eyes.
I'm going to just have to pick my head up, and hold it high while I put in a little time there. Maybe, just maybe I'll make some good connections and get a PR job with someone I end up interviewing.
As I schedule interviews and plan my next career there is one requirement that tops the list. Time at home. I keep looking for jobs that will let me take a lunch break, drop by the house at various times, and have holidays off without filing a vacation request form. Blah.
I want to be successful and make loads of money...but I don't want to sacrifice time with my family. I have been so blessed to witness so many of Andrew's milestones because he's only been in daycare part time. I want to see more of them and be there to wipe his tears, watch him open his gifts from Santa, and sample his first Thanksgiving dinner.
In the television news world, these won't be options. I'd be the newest employee in a room full of people who all want holidays off. They'd be very unlikely to give me time off just a couple months into my time there. It's so hard to imagine missing Andrew at Christmas because I'm working on a newscast, I'm just not that kind of mom.
As Andrew says - Ut-oh. I think we need a bigger crib.
He's growing in so many ways. There's the obvious one...goodness gracious. We need an extra long mattress for his todler bed. Then there are other things I've noticed.
He has preferences in food that are so different that what they once were. For example, his former favorites: Chicken and peas. Now: Mashed potatoes and vanilla cake with chocolate frosting.
Observe...
Ok, yes every child loves cake and potatoes...but Andrew didn't! He really never liked sweets before now. We practically had to shove his birthday cake into his hand to get him to smear it on his face. It's funny how our babies change right before our eyes.
