Job Hunting: Week 1

I've been job hunting for a week and let me just say this: It sucks.

Although, I did know what I was getting into. First off I went to the vet's office that Dr. J had called, putting in a good word for me a couple weeks ago. I went to them first thing Monday morning and was politely told to check back in about two months. Lady, if I wait two months for you, I could be living in a box under a bridge (although, I'm fairly certain my parents would frown on that). Plus she was quite disappointed with the fact that I've never done IV work (as in drawing blood, inserting catheters, etc.) and pressed me as to why I don't know such things. It just never worked out that way, as unfortunate as it is and also as vague as it is, that's simply the way it is.

So, after leaving my resume and making a note to check back in a few weeks (I hope I'm not still looking in two months), I promptly drove around Cottonwood, Anderson, and Redding to all the vet clinics I could find asking for applications. Only one place actually looked at my resume, actually asking for it before I filled out the application, and in fact tried to hunt down the vet that owned the clinic. He raced by the door with part of a sandwich in his mouth on his way to surgery. I'm hoping against hope that they can offer me something, even part-time. I will be checking back with them early next week.

The next day I spent online, applying with big corporations for anything I felt I was qualified for. Even some clerical stuff that I'm pretty sure would be over my head in the beginning. No callbacks yet, but who knows.

The other day I went to a job fair at the mall. I put my resume in at a few places; most were looking for seasonal employees. After the fair I went to the unemployment office to sign up. I cringe at the very thought of collecting unemployment. However, I have my own bills to pay every month still and I'm not guaranteed anything as of yet.

It's exhausting doing the job hunting thing. It is truly amazing how much work you put into getting up, getting ready, and put on your happy face to greet anybody who might be hiring. Filling out the same information over and over and over again, hoping that they will see something that they like and call you back for an interview.

A quick Miss Harriet update - she's finally okay with the 5th wheel. It took most of the week for her to wander out of the bedroom on her own.

And a Miss Posey update - she's had the run of the house for a few weeks now and is full of piss and vinegar. Her and Libby are quite the playmates now and the best times are when Posey winds up chasing Libby around the house.

Sunday was a good day

Yesterday I drove to Redding for delivery of my grandparents publication. I got all my errands done - on my list was buying The Hunger Games on DVD. Yeah, I know. Anyway, I got to meet up with my BFF by chance as she was in town with a couple of her friends. They were all visiting from the bay area for the long weekend. We met up at a frozen yogurt place that's fairly new in town. This place was awesome - the frozen yogurt was delicious and you could pile on the toppings until it fell over and all for one low price. It was awesome. The four of us sat there and laughed for 3 hours. That was even more awesome.

Then I met up with my parents at a new restaurant in town called Famous Dave's BBQ. We were eventually joined by an aunt and uncle and my mom's parents. This place was freaking delicious. Dad ordered the boneless chicken wings, I ordered ribs . . . and we shared. As far as restaurant ribs go, these are by far the best I've ever had. Of course, they don't beat out Dad's ribs, but nonetheless, they were sooooo good.

We had lots of good laughs. It was a bit hard to hear most conversations unless it was with the person right next to you because the place was rather loud.

Mom rode with me on the way home, and we wound up having a fit of laughter that not only caused our faces and full tummies to hurt, but our backs to start spasming. And I'm sure I nearly wrecked my car once or twice, too. My aunt had texted Mom saying that they were "at home depot with the giggles". Mom tells me this and says, "I'm going to ask her who the Giggles are." We started giggling ourselves, then went on to remember other names my parents have made up . . . usually during camping trips while drunk with the friends and getting in trouble with the rangers. (hehehe) So then Mom and I started laughing over that. And we couldn't stop. Literally. Then Mom decided to ask my aunt if "the Giggles are related to the Weebils" (of the Weebils wobble but they don't fall down variety) and which made us laugh even harder. Then we started laughing over our pain from laughing.

And a Miss Posey update - she's doing awesome! She's quite active and wants to play now and she also has the little "Buddha belly" the vet wanted. She still weighs next to nothing, as evidenced by the fact that she just walked over the keyboard and none of the keys moved. LOL She's now playing with a sticky note that is nearly as big as her. Libby wants so badly to play, but Posey still needs to get bigger to really play with Libby. But she's curious and wants to play. And she's found her little motor, too. She likes to sit on your shoulder and purr. She's just too freaking adorable. (And just so you know, if she pounces on the keyboard, then the keys move. LOL)