I had a job interview on Friday. It would allow me to work from home most days, at least the first year. Which would be GREAT for me and beanie. I don't feel like I got it, though, and that is lame of me, because I knew the person interviewing me, and if you can't wow someone you know, well, you just suck. Other than the fact that I don't have enough experience doing what they want, I think they want someone with more media experience. I have some, not a lot, and while I'm comfortable speaking articulately in front of crowds, I have fucked up lots of public speeches as well.
So maybe it's a good thing I don't feel 100% about the interview. I like where I work. A lot. I think my boss is going to be a top person politically/internationally, and I'm not sure about the global economy as a whole, but he's got a niche. And I like working here in general, the people are very smart and sweet. Not one backstabber in the bunch, and I've never had that before. I've always been the sweet, goofy person working in a political hotbed of connivers. Not here. All my coworkers are generous, decent, hardworking, college educated people. not snide little jerks. Not self righteous pricks.
So, what I'm saying is, if I don't get the high-paying-telecommuting job with a prestigious non profit, I will be perfectly okay with a 5-7.5% raise here where I am. It's the kind of place you get bonuses and raises every year, maybe every 6 months depending on how productive you are.
I need to be productive. My deadline to buy a safe, family/commuter car is now May 20. I have 20 days to get my shit together and buy something usable.
Oh yeah. This is world O' beanie.
Beanie just had one of the worst weekends on record for diapering and diaper related issues. Her vjj and nethers were swollen and blistered and cracking on Friday. It happened between diaper changes, and was caused by yeast. When I saw it, I thought "this is what a yeast rash looks like, I'm 100% sure I need lotrimin." But since I'm no doctor, I got on the horn and called to find out. And the told me to go to urgent care. So, my little familia packed into the ancient, decrapitated volvo and drove miles and miles out to the OTHER burbs on the far side of Sacto to go see a doctor. And we waited until after 9 to see him. And he said "she needs lotrimin."
I shoulda been a doctor.
Anyway, long story short, and minus pics that could get me into trouble, yeast on a baby looks like a really bad burn. It's swollen, delineated, spotty, oozing, and crusted. It has little pustules, but since I slapped whole milk organic plain yogurt on my kid because I figured it could do no harm, the doctor said it didn't "look exactly like yeast infection" and on closer inspection, the pustules HAD cleared a bit. Yogurt IS magical. Between lotrimin applications which are 2+ times a day (depending on poopage amount and consistency), I apply and feed yogurt. The good news is that as of yesterday, her poop was only once and in the morning. The previous two days were about 8-10 diarrheas each. Ugh. On top of teething.
Beanie is a crawling maniac lately. But if you leave the room for a heartbeat, she will chase you down weeping. Head down, sniffling and crying, crawling pathetically toward the door you just walked through. I actually stood detachedly in the hallway watching this pathetic display with my toothbrush in hand until she touched my foot. "Oh! Mommy is right here! The world is okay again!" This cracks me up to no end, and I wonder if I have a drama kid. I really, really, really hate drama kids. I will take a neeyerd or a horse girl over any sort of drama kid. Probably because I was a semi-drama kid. You know the type. They stand in front of everyone and make announcements. They cry at the drop of a hat. They gesticulate and pose. They call acting "craft."
I hate them.
Beanie chews with her mouth closed. We know because we fed her little pieces of mac and cheese last night, and she was VERY keen on it. And she smiled with the bit of rubbery pasta right there, and then she'd work it on her gums until she could swallow it, and then she'd think about it for a second and open up like a little bird for some more. So cute! I watched her so carefully and was trying not to giggle/jiggle her because I'm terrified of her choking. But she handled it well. No problem.
Kid takes after her dad and his pasta fetish.
Figures.
So maybe it's a good thing I don't feel 100% about the interview. I like where I work. A lot. I think my boss is going to be a top person politically/internationally, and I'm not sure about the global economy as a whole, but he's got a niche. And I like working here in general, the people are very smart and sweet. Not one backstabber in the bunch, and I've never had that before. I've always been the sweet, goofy person working in a political hotbed of connivers. Not here. All my coworkers are generous, decent, hardworking, college educated people. not snide little jerks. Not self righteous pricks.
So, what I'm saying is, if I don't get the high-paying-telecommuting job with a prestigious non profit, I will be perfectly okay with a 5-7.5% raise here where I am. It's the kind of place you get bonuses and raises every year, maybe every 6 months depending on how productive you are.
I need to be productive. My deadline to buy a safe, family/commuter car is now May 20. I have 20 days to get my shit together and buy something usable.
Oh yeah. This is world O' beanie.
Beanie just had one of the worst weekends on record for diapering and diaper related issues. Her vjj and nethers were swollen and blistered and cracking on Friday. It happened between diaper changes, and was caused by yeast. When I saw it, I thought "this is what a yeast rash looks like, I'm 100% sure I need lotrimin." But since I'm no doctor, I got on the horn and called to find out. And the told me to go to urgent care. So, my little familia packed into the ancient, decrapitated volvo and drove miles and miles out to the OTHER burbs on the far side of Sacto to go see a doctor. And we waited until after 9 to see him. And he said "she needs lotrimin."
I shoulda been a doctor.
Anyway, long story short, and minus pics that could get me into trouble, yeast on a baby looks like a really bad burn. It's swollen, delineated, spotty, oozing, and crusted. It has little pustules, but since I slapped whole milk organic plain yogurt on my kid because I figured it could do no harm, the doctor said it didn't "look exactly like yeast infection" and on closer inspection, the pustules HAD cleared a bit. Yogurt IS magical. Between lotrimin applications which are 2+ times a day (depending on poopage amount and consistency), I apply and feed yogurt. The good news is that as of yesterday, her poop was only once and in the morning. The previous two days were about 8-10 diarrheas each. Ugh. On top of teething.
Beanie is a crawling maniac lately. But if you leave the room for a heartbeat, she will chase you down weeping. Head down, sniffling and crying, crawling pathetically toward the door you just walked through. I actually stood detachedly in the hallway watching this pathetic display with my toothbrush in hand until she touched my foot. "Oh! Mommy is right here! The world is okay again!" This cracks me up to no end, and I wonder if I have a drama kid. I really, really, really hate drama kids. I will take a neeyerd or a horse girl over any sort of drama kid. Probably because I was a semi-drama kid. You know the type. They stand in front of everyone and make announcements. They cry at the drop of a hat. They gesticulate and pose. They call acting "craft."
I hate them.
Beanie chews with her mouth closed. We know because we fed her little pieces of mac and cheese last night, and she was VERY keen on it. And she smiled with the bit of rubbery pasta right there, and then she'd work it on her gums until she could swallow it, and then she'd think about it for a second and open up like a little bird for some more. So cute! I watched her so carefully and was trying not to giggle/jiggle her because I'm terrified of her choking. But she handled it well. No problem.
Kid takes after her dad and his pasta fetish.
Figures.
posted by A P M @ 9:34 AM
1 Comments:
At 8:06 AM,
Anonymous said…
On the weepy chasing-- mine are doing it, too. I think it's a developmental thing. The other thing they do is that they are fine if I'm not home or if they "forget" about me, but the minute they see me they start fussing for mama. I heard it gets worse in 2 yr-olds. And then they get independent and don't care anymore. Sniff. Maybe I should appreciate them wanting me while I've got it . . .
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