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  • Girl I’m gonna miss you

    Scribbled down on February 19th, 2009 by she
    Posted in It's a Living

    Big Momma R will be moving over to the tech support group for the learning management software systems on Monday and I’m a little torn. I’m so proud of her and glad she’s moving on to bigger and better things but I’m going to miss her around the office in my remaining weeks.

    I’ve got a breakdown of what I’m expected to do over the next few weeks and there’s more work to do than weeks left on the contract. I’ll be doing my best to complete as much as I can before I leave. I’ve worked very hard to earn a reputation as a professional, dedicated worker and don’t intend to spoil it in the final weeks. I won’t be working any overtime before I go but I will work my little tushy off in the work day. I can’t imagine doing any less.

    That said, I’m still hoping to find something soon. I did get told today that I have a solid resume so I hope that’s a good sign for the future. Now if the rest of my written references start coming in I’ll have something to provide to prospective employers upon request during interviews.

    Of course I need to start getting calls for interviews before I can do that. So I’m hoping for some of those soon too.

    Lots of hope to go around it seems.

    D is already getting calls for interviews. I’m sure she’ll land on her feet. She’s got an amazing skill set and knowledge. There are many admin positions open in the city and she’s got a lot to pick and choose from.

    I’m looking forward to the time when I can say we’ve all landed on our feet. Of my small team we’re one for three at the moment. Not a bad start.


    still sick

    Scribbled down on February 18th, 2009 by she
    Posted in Random Burbling

    Still feeling very ill today. Thank goodness for all those sick days I didn’t use during the year. Took today off but I did work from home a teensy bit. No news on the job front. Then again, most of the postings aren’t closed yet. Will keep my fingers and toes crossed. Doing some homework/reading and then heading back to bed for the rest of the evening.  What I really want to know though is what was in that pizza?


    sick as a dog

    Scribbled down on February 17th, 2009 by she
    Posted in Random Burbling

    Actually, the dogs are fine. I’m the one that was sick today. On the bright side I did spend between 16-18 hours sleeping – between visits to the porcelain altar of illness – so I should have managed to catch up on my sleep debt at least. The baggage under my eyes appears to be decreasing.

    Some days I get the feeling that I’ve selected the wrong career path. There’s slim pickin’ in my field. I even went so far as to apply for a technical position this evening in the hopes that I can fall back on what I used to do ‘back in the day‘. I’ve been in training and education since 2003 and that’s a LONG time to be out of the networking and software support world. Best I can hope for are junior positions.

    Not that a junior position is bad. Especially not ones with travel involved and a minimum salary similar to what I’m leaving. We all know I love to travel. It’s just that I can understand some prospective employers might think my skills are too old and rusty to take the risk of hiring me.

    Hopefully they won’t be too put off. I’m a quick learner and a dedicated employee. At least I like to think I am. One thing about work-a-holics raised in the ‘absolutely, positively, whatever it takes‘ mantra of my favourite global shipping conglomerate (and first contract employer). We’re very hard working.

    Some days I suspect that the fall back position of EI and school is about to become a reality. Not that I would mind going to school full-time for a year to finish the degree. I’m just not sure how we’d afford it if I’m not working. Ok. Must stop thinking now. Thinking leads to worrying and I’ve promised myself that I’m NOT going to worry this time around.

    Off to do some homework. Perhaps that’ll cheer me up. Or at least get my mind off of the work situation for a while.


    Sunday Upperdate

    Scribbled down on February 16th, 2009 by she
    Posted in Random Burbling

    Bit worried I may never manage to catch up in my Stats class these days – good thing I have many moons left to go before the end of the course.  Got grades back for my first two assignments in Mil Psych and they’ve made up for the disappointment last week with my Experimental Psych grades. Two nice shiny A’s to take away the sting from the B.

    Managed to apply for another job today. The usual “right up my alley” comments come to mind when I reviewed the posting. Here’s hoping I hear something soon.

    I’ve had a few people express amazement that I’m relatively sane about the situation. They know me well. Normally I’m a huge worry wart and Drew is constantly having to talk me down off the ledge before I fall off the deep end. Drew’s far more happy-go-lucky and optimistic than I’ve ever been. I worry about damn near everything. However, this time I’ve decided to finally listen to Drew. Well, once I’d  had a giant bawling session in my basement and sniffled my way to freaking out the dogs and cats. I’m sure Drew’s right. We’ll be ok. Worrying won’t get me anywhere. We won’t lose the house. We won’t have much wiggle room.  Entertainment and all other non-essential expenses will be completely out of the question. But we’ll have a roof over our heads and the bills paid.  If worse comes to worse and I can’t find a job before this one ends, I can fall back on EI for a year and finish my degree (here’s hoping the budget holds out). I can work part time serving coffee to cranky soldiers – in Edmonton, not KAF – or sell shoes or something like that.  I just need to keep reminding myself that we’ll be ok.  There are many others in far worse situations.

    While I still can pamper myself I’ve decided to be completely lazy and order pizza for dinner tonight. It’s my standby when I get tired of soup and sandwiches.  Left overs can keep me going for days.  Now the only challenge is deciding which type of pizza I want to order and for how many days do I want to be eating leftovers (determines pizza size).

    Since it’s getting close to the RRSP deadline for this year and Drew needs to get some $$ into his so we can repay part of his share of the $$ we both robbed from our retirements funds as part of the first time home buyers program, I made an executive decision and transferred some $$ into his RRSP at the bank.  Hopefully I transferred enough to cover it.  If not, I can throw some more in on the last day if need be.  Almost forgot that this would need to be done since I pay into my RRSP year round. Although, considering the state of the markets, I probably would have been better off putting my RRSP contributions into my sock drawer this year.


    Quick, someone call the laundry police!

    Scribbled down on February 15th, 2009 by she
    Posted in Frothing At The Bit

    Yet another reason why I hate doing laundry. I decided to do the last load this evening which forced me to fold and put away all of the laundry from yesterday. When I got to the bottom of the hamper I was left with seven odd socks. Seven! That’s a whole week’s worth of toe and heel coverings.

    When I put my socks into the hamper I always ball them up into pairs. This forced me to separate them to put them into the washing machine. When I transferred them into the dryer no socks remained left behind. I checked. My nose was half way to the nice white enamel bottom to pull out the load so I know it was empty. The dryer is empty. I checked it twice after discovering the unreasonably high number of missing socks. Nothing hiding in there. The floor us clear. No socks mistakenly dropped during the transfer from hamper to washer to dryer and back to the hamper.

    I didn’t find any mysteriously mating with the other clothes I folded. They’re just GONE! Seven. Unmatched. Single. Socks. Sitting. On. My. Bed.

    I have no clue what to do with them. They’re twinless. No mating allowed. None look similar enough to pair with each other and start new relationships. Some are long. Some sports minded. Others are anklets. White. Blue. Grey. Black. Turquoise. Gone walk about. Left to wander the wilderness before they move into the cleaning rag pile.

    If I continue to lose socks at this rate when I do laundry I’ll have to go to Costco bi-weekly to just to replenish my sock drawer.

    I’m afraid to count the folded gitch.

    At least I came out with the same number of shirts and pants as I went in with. For now… There’s still that last load to dry and put away.