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Working every Saturday is one of those things I will not miss about this job, I must say. I've been busting my ass the last week, trying to copy charts of people who aren't going with the new doctor, along with everything else I normally do. I may end up beating someone with my shoe before this is all said and done.
I've done a fuckload of interviews, and still more to go. I still haven't heard from the first two jobs, though. I think the vet's office is going to put out an offer, but I'm not sure they can offer enough to make it worth the downsides (downtown, traffic, onstreet parking, omg 800000 stairs). We'll have to see. I'm thinking for that, it would have to be close to the upper end of my range, and I'm getting the feeling that it won't be.
Now that it's been a few weeks, I'm starting to feel less freaked out, and more hopeful. Maybe even a little excited. I knew it was past time to grow, but I didn't want to leave my little comfortable nest.
But after having some really good job interviews, and starting to get the feeling that I'm driving my own life again, I feel good. Like I can not only survive, but maybe thrive in the real world.
I'm starting to consider jobs further away from home, with the thought that in a year or so, we could move, and Jess could find a job that she'd like.
Who knows? Maybe, though, it's time to find out?
I've done a fuckload of interviews, and still more to go. I still haven't heard from the first two jobs, though. I think the vet's office is going to put out an offer, but I'm not sure they can offer enough to make it worth the downsides (downtown, traffic, onstreet parking, omg 800000 stairs). We'll have to see. I'm thinking for that, it would have to be close to the upper end of my range, and I'm getting the feeling that it won't be.
Now that it's been a few weeks, I'm starting to feel less freaked out, and more hopeful. Maybe even a little excited. I knew it was past time to grow, but I didn't want to leave my little comfortable nest.
But after having some really good job interviews, and starting to get the feeling that I'm driving my own life again, I feel good. Like I can not only survive, but maybe thrive in the real world.
I'm starting to consider jobs further away from home, with the thought that in a year or so, we could move, and Jess could find a job that she'd like.
Who knows? Maybe, though, it's time to find out?
