Wednesday, June 11, 2008
For the past couple of days, I've been going nonstop. I had a job fair yesterday but in the morning I met with a recruiter and then got myself to the fair. And it was awful weather, over 95 degrees and just horrid and it was not easy to find the place.
It was a good job fair although I didn't send my resume to too many places. They had someone reviewing resumes and offering suggestions and the two suggestions for me were really minor ones.
But when I got home, I was dead on my feet and overheated and then this morning I got up and went to an interview.
The interview was fine and they liked me and want to bring me back for a second round of interviews. But -- stupid me -- I misspelled the name of the company in my thank you notes.
Now, it's a foreign company so I have little doubt that they've seen this before. Plus, the interviewer was rather disorganized so I suspect she understands such things. But, man! How dumb! And the bottom line is, this is a data analyst job, so accuracy and attention to detail are the things I'm selling.
Argh, I hope this error did not blow it for me. I'm pretty angry with myself right now. Not turning to food, no (actually, I just need a nap), but disappointed and not happy at this. I haven't had a major faux pas in this job search process until now, and this is an important place.
Monday, June 09, 2008
It's a frustrating day. Or, rather, a frustrating week. I lost .2 lbs. Now, yeah, I lost. But it was miniscule, in particular as compared to other weeks, plus I had inch gains for most of the 8 measurements I take every week. And I know why -- I'm dehydrated because of the heat and while we are walking at night it's not very fast so there isn't a good enough caloric deficit being established. But going faster or longer is totally not an option, as I already come home red-faced and hot. I don't want to add heatstroke to the fun.
But it's not just the weight, which is really a very tiny part of it. It's that things are coming to a head with the job search. I have, officially, been looking since March 26, which is when I heard that my assignment was ending. I have not dawdled and I have been proactive. I'm not a passive candidate -- I call recruiters all the time, I actively go after jobs, I go to job fairs, I'm constantly working on my tailored resumes, my cover letter keeps improving, I always send thank-you notes, I establish good rapport in the interviews I do get and I actually work in an industry and an area where there are or at least should be openings.
So it's frustrating and annoying, and I'm finding that it's harder and harder to be upbeat for it. Perhaps it's the heat talking but I'm just tired of it all. I want it to be over and done with, and I recognize that that's a very bad attitude and I have to kick that, and right now I don't feel like I've got the energy to do that.
I've had a lot of cheeriness for the past four or so months, and that's been great, and I know it'll come back (heck, I was pretty cheerful yesterday). It may even come back tomorrow, but today feels just ... bad.
There was bound to be a day like this, and here it is. It'll pass, of course.
In the meantime, sometimes you've just gotta rant. Today was a good day to rant. Venting is, ultimately, a very good thing indeed.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Well, they may not be singing much. It is HOT.
But it's nice, everything isn't wilted yet which tends to happen after a few days of 90s. I'll see if I've changed my mind tomorrow but right now everything looks and feels lovely. My husband is putting air conditioners in the windows and my shorts are loose.
And, I'm coming up on 60 off. Will I make it this week? I get the feeling that the answer will be no, but we'll see. Even so, as long as I make it before the end of the month (22 days from now, so plenty of time to lose 4 or so lbs.), I will have made my ticker -- and in half a year. As in, I'd be on a pace to lose ....
Well, I don't want to say it. Might jinx it, you know. Put the voodoo on it, the kibosh, the evil eye and all of that. So I say (in Yiddish), kinehura (which means, keep away the evil eye) and we'll see where the chips fall.
In the meantime, enjoy this blatantly lip-synched performance by Daniel Boone, of a song they play at every Sunday Red Sox game.
And stay hydrated in the heat!
Friday, June 06, 2008
I had yet another job interview today. This one was in the 'burbs, with a place that's not really a traditional corporation. The two people who saw me were very nice and it may or may not turn into something. But I'm not certain that I want it to.
It's not Buyer's Remorse, although I admit I get that at times when I'm in the process of looking for work. It's the old Groucho Marx line:
I would never want to join a club that would have me as a member.
And sometimes I think that I don't want to join a company that would be so eager to want me.
That is, of course, a vestige of the old low self-esteem life talking, and it really doesn't mean much. But there is one very good reason to not want this job or, rather, two. And they both have to do with the commute. Part of it is the cost of gas and the other part is losing some fitness time by having to drive rather than take public transportation. There is a train and it's not bad, but I'd need an express bus to get to where I can get the train, so it adds a level of complication that could easily turn into an hour each way if the timing is too close to 9 AM and 5 PM, or if the weather turns at all ugly. If the stars and planets are all aligned perfectly, it could conceivably go down for about 45 minutes each way but that's still a commute of some substance.
But I don't want to kick it to the curb, at least not yet, as the people were very pleasant, plus the money is still an unknown. The train, etc. would be a $151/month ticket ($1661/year because you can get a deal for 12 tickets for the price of 11). Driving would be about 1 fill up every week and fill ups currently cost about $80. Assuming 49 weeks worked in the year (2 weeks of vacation plus occasional miscellaneous holidays), that's an ugly $3920/year. And that's all after-tax money.
But commuting just to Boston or Cambridge would only be an $89/month ticket, or $979/year. Or, $682 less than the train ticket. Plus, of course, the mental and physical costs of longer commutes, time that you never, ever get back.
I just can't help thinking that there's a Boston or Cambridge job out there for me. I realize that the competition gets stiffer and stiffer every time another local company announces a layoff or gas goes up another nickel a gallon.
But I'm not quite ready to throw in the towel for that much compromising. At least, not yet. My break is out there. Somewhere.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
A few days ago, I went through my closet, the satellite closet and the upstairs storage area (I have clothes from several different sizes, plus the house has small closets because it's over 100 years old. Even a fairly normal-sized wardrobe doesn't fit into one closet) and one of the things I came up with was three knee-length skirts. They fit! One is kind of a royal blue, another is a sea green and the third is kind of a linen-colored tan. But that begged the following question, as did the increasing temperatures (seems silly to say that as it's freezing yet again today) --
how the heck was I going to wear them?
After all, despite the fit and the look (I have a black blazer I can wear with them, plus I just got a smaller-sized black blazer so I can wear them for a while), I need to have a good shoe look.
I have black boots that come up to my knees. They're all well and good for a day like today, and they're okay for my green tweed suit, as that skirt is mid-calf length. But shorter skirts call for shorter shoes.
Now, I have the shoes, and they look fine, not scuffed, and are comfortable enough for walking around the city if I have to trot from interview to interview. But here's the problem -- I needed hose.
And then I remembered -- ha! -- I have a huge reserve of pantyhose. Way back, um, three (four?) jobs ago, I had to wear a suit almost every day, so I bought pantyhose pretty much by the case. But they were a Queen Plus. Would they fit?
Not to worry, gentle reader. My sample pair fit just fine. And I was thinking, hey wait a second -- my legs aren't bad.
Must be all of those calf raises I've been doing. Or the squats. Oof. But something's working. Sure they've still got some chunk to them. After all, I'm still over 280 lbs. and some of that weight is going to be living in my thighs for a while. But for a skirt that hits just below the knee, you can't see that.
Hey, whoa. It's really happening. Once the thighs firm up, I bet the ZZ Top song, "Legs" will be my blog choice. But that'll be a while from now.
Get An Email Alert Each Time JESPAH Posts