The Interview

On Wednesday, I had my first interview since my application to re-enter the wacky world of the OSCPA. It went well, I think. I was there for over 90 minutes, which is usually a good sign. The interviewer gave every indication that I was a strong candidate and that I had the skills they were looking for.

The job, however, includes fundraising. To me, fundraising = telemarketing. If I get called back for a second interview, I'll ask for a percentage of what time is spent on fundraising (getting sponsorships for events).

I am wondering, though, if this is an advanced case of cold feet. Will I find something wrong with every job I interview for? Am I just afraid of going back? What about Jack?

Ug. I would like to have an Eternally Spotless Mind right now.

Thank God for Good Days

Today was a Good Day. I capitalize it because, in my world, they seem to happen so rarely.

Osi let me sleep in. After I got up and fed Jack lunch, both boys (both big and little) went down for a nap. This allowed me time to take a shower in peace.

I admit that my most favorite 45 seconds of the day is the time I spend washing my hair. I like the scalp massage, although not as good as the one at the hair salon, and the suds in my ears drowns out all the other noise. I do, however, still have the raucous to-do list monologue running in my head. As long is it is just that one stream of consciousness, though, it passes as silence. It is fantastic. Also, my shampoo smells really good. But I digress...

I managed to pack J's bag for our afternoon outing to the Westerville Arts Fest, which ROCKED, and to Mandie and Phil's new place, which also ROCKED, perhaps even harder. It was quality family time all around. J and Osi were both in good moods for most of the day, which means, so was . That in itself is a rare event in our world :)

I also had time to make Monday's grocery list and pull coupons. I whole day in advance! Isn't that productive? What a fabulous day. AND - tomorrow is a Stephanie Day. BONUS!

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It's Back to Work I Go...

It has been a long time coming, but I have finally made the definitive decision to get back to work. Not just the daily grind of raising a toddler and running a house, but to work outside of the home.

I have been kicking this around for, literally, months. I know what I need to do, now I just need to DO IT. I sent a resume out today to the Builders Exchange, for a job I know I am qualified for. I'd be working alongside a former boss of mine who is funny (loud) and smart. I am going to keep sending resumes until someone hires me. Because I was damn good at what I did and, I am guessing, still am.

This brings us to child care. I am absolutely paralyzed. The Goddard School is opening a branch 4 blocks from Osi's office. It is owned by the same people who owned the one we liked in Westerville. Excellent. All of their teachers either have degrees or are working toward them. Good. This seems waaaayyyy too easy. Certainly we won't find a center we like on the first try, right?

I know I want a center environment because Jack needs other kids at this point and, well, Osi and I have no intention of providing him with any extra playmates (other than Frannie).

The fear of placing him in someone else's care, returning to work from which I've been absent for 2 years, to an environment I will not know and with people who all know each other - that all scares the bejeezus out of me. Individually, those things all scare the bejeezus out of me. Collectively, they are like a panic attack staring me down, man.