I am going to take a break from the blog for the rest of February. I need to get the layout and plugins set up and I have other projects that I’ve been neglecting.
I need to focus on myself and my life outside of the box.
But don’t worry, friends. I’ll be back March 1st.
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Worst. Question. Ever. I hate answering this during an interview. What is my go-to answer? “I have a problem with authority.” Just kidding. Usually it’s a toss-up between being too detail-oriented (how is that a weakness?) and “diving into the work without a formal plan in place” (the latter is a weakness I GUESS but it’s just my method and it works for me).
I hate being interviewed and when I was a manager I hated conducting them. The questions are canned and don’t give much insight into a person’s skills and personality. There are obvious right answers which defeats the purpose of getting to know a candidate to find out if he/she is a good fit. When I was a manager we were provided an interview cheat sheet with a list of the usual questions. I hated asking them but I didn’t know what else to do. You can ask a candidate where they want to be in five years but they aren’t going to be honest with you. These days no one works at the same company for more than five-ish years. There is no company loyalty because companies are ever-changing and offer little stability to its employees. Year after year the benefits decrease and the grievances become unbearable.
My best friend has been working for her current company for about five years and while she has bounced around doing various admin jobs she is currently responsible for their payroll (among other accounting tasks). This means, of course, that she gets to see what people are paid. She told me about a girl that was just hired for the entry level admin position where my friend also started with the company. The new girl doesn’t have a college degree (my friend has her BA) or any admin experience; what she does have, however, is a bigger paycheck. My best friend, who is the new girl’s superior, makes about $5,000 less per year. Ouch.
That would certainly piss me off if I were her. What do you do in that situation? Nothing. Quit? Sure. You have to find a new job first.
Basically I am trying to prepare myself for the typical questions while hoping that they don’t ask me the usual “tell me about yourself.” I hate that question. It’s open-ended. And I truly believe that they don’t really care about who I am. I love heavy metal and I’m a vegetarian. Does that make me more qualified for this job than the next person?
On Friday I have an interview for a REAL FULL TIME PERMANENT NON-FREELANCE WRITING JOB.
That’s right, people. I finally get an interview and it’s for a product copywriting job. I’m so excited that I could puke. When I replied to the hiring manager’s email to confirm the interview I started to get butterflies. What if I bomb the interview? What if my writing samples are awful in their eyes? What if they decide that my bright red hair and stretched earlobes don’t fit in with their conservative office?
I don’t know if they are conservative but it’s always a fear of mine. I would hope that since they run a website that they’d be more laid back but I won’t know until I get there.
So yeah. Nervous.
We need the money and I want a real writing job so badly. I’m tired of writing for pennies. It’s not fair to me to expend so much energy for no mutual benefit. Writing for The Examiner was a waste of my time. I enjoy doing sponsored content because it actually pays and sometimes sponsored tweeting is worth my time but I want a REAL job.
I just hope that it’s the right fit for both the company and me. I guess we’ll all find out on Friday. Wish me luck.
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I love that my daughter wants to mimic my actions especially when she copies me as I’m working out. She likes to carry around the two pound hand weight while I use the five pound weights and we dance and sing and march around the sofa.
And then? The unthinkable happens.
She gets BORED. Imagine that.
Avery decides that she is through lifting weights and tosses the hand weight onto the tile floor of our kitchen.
As soon as the weight bounced away from the point of impact I saw the damage and was furious. I yelled for Jacob to COME SEE WHAT YOUR DAUGHTER DID and I swiftly scooped Avery up and put her in time out.
While Jacob inspected the damage I told Avery that we don’t throw things and that she ruined our kitchen floor. I’m sure she totally understood and suddenly became filled with remorse.
Right.
I showed her the spot that she nicked in the floor and told her to apologize to her daddy. She said “I sowwy daddy” and I could see him melting.
STAY STRONG! BE FIRM! SHE FUCKED UP A TILE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE KITCHEN! WE CAN’T PLACE ANYTHING ON TOP OF IT!
Our temporary fix will be to super glue the chipped piece back onto the tile square and we’ll replace the tile when we get around to it.
Once the confrontation was over she was free to go destroy something else. I put the hand weights up so she can’t reach them but it’s only a matter of time before she finds something else to break.
So yeah. Terrible twos? I’M SO OVER YOU ALREADY.
Disciplining a toddler is a fucking joke.
“Pick that up! Do you want to go to time out?”
“Uh-huh!” Smiles.
No, kiddo, it’s not a good thing. So into the corner she goes and after a minute she gets it. This? Is not a game. This is not fun. It’s punishment.
This week we have decided to start holding Avery accountable to her actions by implementing time-out since we aren’t fans of spanking. The occasional tap on the hand or butt is fine with us but we prefer non-corporal punishment.
Anyway, it isn’t exactly working. The only time we send her to time-out is when she refuses to pick up something that she has clearly thrown across the room on purpose. Once her two minutes are up she concedes and puts away her Legos, toast, clay, whatever she has toss around.
I just don’t think she really understands that you aren’t supposed to throw shit around. How the hell do you teach your kids to quit being assholes with their belongings?
I got a troll on a post I wrote nearly two years ago and I would like to address his/her concerns because they’re amusing and I need some content.
Here is the comment:
OMG. What a mess. If you had only eaten real food like any other omnivore your health would’ve been so much better.Restless legs: Your body was low on iron, due to your poor diet, and your baby needing what little nutrients you had.
Gallstones: Not enough ‘real’ fats in your diet.
So you had your gallbladder removed. Didn’t take hydrocordone — kudos — but took Tylenol, the number 1 cause of liver failure.
Your poor kid. Hopefully you’ll drop your pride, and learn to eat real food, including meat, or at least eggs, and cholestrol.
You’ll feel so much better, and perhaps your kid will survive beyond age 3-4 without developing ADD, ADHD, if not autism.
The only real point I’d like to make is that I didn’t become vegan until after Avery’s first birthday. By this point Avery was only nursing a couple of times a day and she was eating a well-balanced diet JUST LIKE SHE DOES NOW.
We are no longer vegan but we are vegetarian and she is very healthy as am I so thank you for your concerns, anonymous toolbox.
I know that I open myself up for criticism but why do we feel the need to attack each others’ parenting and life style choices? I want to know how my not eating meat affects you. It doesn’t. Thank you for your concern, really, but shut the fuck up.