No News is Good News Right?

It's been a day and then some. Throw in a toddler who wasn't allowed to have his nap due to a little schedule resetting and it was even more some.

Aaron wasn't bad or even tantruming much, in fact he was pretty well behaved for the most part and didn't fight bedtime at all tonight. Thanks to me skipping his nap. I don't get him. He goes a few weeks without napping, and then all of a sudden needs his naps again, and then he is fighting bedtime. I am curious to see if he will actually nap at daycare.

Still no word on the job front. I had a job interview on Friday for an admin assistant position. I should hear tomorrow or Wednesday if I got the job, but I am not holding my breath. I hate not having a job, and I am seriously thinking of applying at McDonald's until a real job comes along. I just can't get a break on the job front. There are too little jobs and too many applicants in this town. The guy who interviewed me for the admin assistant job told me that 100 names will come their way for every position. Wow! I am lucky that I was even interviewed. Fingers are crossed. But again, I am not holding my breath.

In an attempt to save $3.50 and to prove something tonight, I made homemade tortillas. They weren't all that difficult to make and they turned out well. Is it sad to say I prefer the store bought ones to homemade? They're much more convenient and taste better in my opinion.

I got an email from the doctor at the fertility clinic. We've exchanged a few emails. His first order of business is to meet with me again as the psychologist signed off on me not being a donor. I explained to him at length the circumstances about my going about being a donor anonymously versus known as I am going about it this time.

I mentioned to him my FSH results and he said that he was a little concerned about my ovarian volumes the last time he saw me but as I was on the pill they were suppressed. He also said if my FSH is elevated that it is a concern. Maybe google didn't fail me.

I never had a doctor give me my results. I got them from the receptionist at the walk-in clinic. (I had to get a new requisition form as I had gotten all my blood work done from the Vancouver Fertility clinic with the exception of my Day 3 FSH [Day 3 of my period, Follicle Stimulating Hormone count] and I lost the form the lab printed out.] The receptionist did asked the doctor's permission before she gave them, which isn't normal protocol but there was an old man who talked A LOT in front of me and I didn't want to wait to be told a number. In hindsight maybe I should’ve.

But I figured since I hadn't gotten a call from the Vancouver clinic, that I had nothing to worry about. I was just getting the results for Liz, who had asked. I placed a call to the Vancouver clinic and nurse called me two days later to which I told her I already had the results. I asked her if my number of 11.0 should be a concern and she said she didn't know the meanings and that if the Dr. hadn't called then I had nothing to worry about. I reiterated I was an egg donor, not a fertility patient and she told me that the protocol was the same, if the numbers were a concern I would've been contacted.

So I would think that no news is good news. As is usually is the case in the medical world.

Being a donor is complicated. I am glad that Mike and Liz switched the clinic here, as they really do take of their clients and don't wait two days to return calls.

Another way I got my results, were online. I registered then a few days later I got a PIN in the mail and I can now view all my lab results online. British Columbia and Ontario residents can do this. It's quite handy.

All of this has my head spinning. But this is why I went off the pill to these tests are run to make sure I'll be a good egg donor candidate.

Or not.

Stuff I Should've Blogged About But Didn't

I have many of these moments. Right now one of my BFF's Tara, is having relationship woes. She has been with "the man" (a term I use loosely because he is anything but) for about 8 months.

Tara and I go back to grade 9. We have each others back, we confide in one another, we were roommates, and I am fiercely protective of her. She is an independent woman who has never needed a man in her life to make her happy nor to feel complete.

She was doing the 20-something-single life just fine but dabbled in online dating at my urging as she was looking for a long term boyfriend and to maybe start to process of settling but didn't have her heart set on being married by a certain age.

You can see where this is going. She met the man (TM) on said dating site. Shortly, after they started dating she introduced me. At first meet, I liked TM and was immensely happy for Tara. We had gone out to eat and had great conversation and I could see what she liked about him intellectually and  I thought she had finally found a good guy after doing the dating thing.

It didn't take me long to change my tune. Being a BFF of Tara's it's natural that she confided in me and tells me her problems. It wasn't long before she started complaining about X, Y and Z that TM had did. As a good friend I said "why don't you break things off?"

Her answer?

"I love him."

I should probably back up here and say I  had never seen her so smitten or in love a guy. It what most people experience being in a new relationship and nothing unlike I had experienced in new relationships it reminded me of me. I was happy for her.

Until the constant complaining came of "TM did this, and TM did that."

I actually had thought to blog about it or put a post up in the community, but never got a chance to.

It seems TM has a certain set of rules for himself and and another for Tara. When they first started dating, he wanted her to "decrease she chances" of meeting other men yet they still weren't exclusive and he didn't want to have a "label" put on their relationship and kept his profile up on said dating site.

She was in the frame of mind that she should keep her options open if he wasn't willing to commit. I fully agree with that. Tara's idea of meeting new people is going out for coffee not whoring herself about.

I spent a lot of time with Tara through out the summer and we chat often. I see her almost every time I go to Vancouver. I value her friendship, respect her opinion, respect her as person and a woman. She is one of the strongest people I know, she works hard, is career driven and ambitious and I have never in my life seen reduced to tears over a guy.

The shit her puts her through angers me so. For the first few months, I listened to every thing she had to say about him and gave her advice I thought was useful and was being a good friend lending an ear.

But there comes a point when you here the same stuff where it becomes redundant and you don't want to hear it. I've hit that point a few times with her.

Our conversations usually are along the lines how are things? "Oh things with TM are the same we'll have a few  good days, then he'll say or do something upsetting."

I asked her in the summer what she would do if her relationship with TM started to effect her work. She said she would take time off work. (She's a teacher.) Being the summer, it didn't matter. I don't know how much sleep she lost over him in the last 8 months.

Now it's starting to effect her work. She has report cards (She was subbing before) due and his being asshole is starting to effect her. She is stressed out with report cards and parent teacher meetings and TM is less than sympathetic as to why she can't devote more time to him.

He works retail. I am not judging anyone who works retail, but it's a job that stays at work and your work doesn't go home with you. Such isn't the case for teachers. I am not educated to her level but I get it. Certain times of the year will be crunch time.

Tara and I were talking earlier today and she was bemoaning her usual list of grievances with T M, getting me up to speed with where she`s at as we usually talk weekly.

Today's bullshit is TM doesn`t understand why they have to plan their time together when it`s convenient for her and if she isn`t satisfied sexually than she can find satisfaction elsewhere???

Tara doesn`t understand where he comes up with this crap as that`s one thing she is satisfied with. I`ve chalked it up to him being insecure with himself and he will project stuff as an issue that never was.

Gah, I am blogging about a friend`s relationship issues. I am sure I`ve lost you all. I should`ve blogged about this in smaller doses so you could follow me and that you all would`have background info.

If I still have you, I am impressed.

I am puzzled over my smart friend`s crappy relationship choice and why continues to date him. She is over the honeymoon stage and see`s him for what he is. A drama, making issues out of nothing, insecure man. Now why is she with him?

I should do a background post on him and some of his little quirks to give you better background info.

I hope my friend comes to her senses in the mean time.

Snow!

It's been snowing on and off around these parts the last few days. I am not one to freak out over a little snow like the rest of my fellow Victorians and Vancouverites, but I will use it to my advantage and not go out in it if I don't have to! This is where the beauty of living among a bunch of pansy asses comes in handy. You see the slightest amount of snow and the city starts to freak out and shut down.

I know the rest of the country is making fun of us, and I normally do too., but I was able to keep Aaron out of daycare! He doesn't officially start until next week, but we've been doing gradual entry where I leave him for a few hours at a time and gradually increase the amount of time he is there. Since I don't yet a job lined up, I plan on picking him up at noon the first few days.

I am glad that we did keep him out. He slept in till 8:30am and went to bed just after 8pm last night. He doesn't normally nap any more. He still gets up at night once and a while. I've come to accept this. sometimes it's as little as him crying in his sleep to a bad dream. A back rub usually will fix it. With teething, it's guaranteed he'll wake up as soon as his medicine has worn off.

I am waiting for a little bit more snow to fall then I think I will bundle him and try to play in it. He doesn't like to wear his gloves, which can be a it of a problem. If he is in his stroller it isn't a problem but as soon as he wants to pick something up, off they come. It is something to be worked on.

I need to make myself a cup of coffee and clean up the kitchen before we head outside to play. Which could take awhile.

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So I got my Day 3 FSH results yesterday. It was the last in a series of blood work that I needed for the old clinic in Vancouver.

I just picked them up at a walk-in clinic last night. I had lost a requisition form, and had to get another one so I got one from a random walk-in clinic.

My number is 11.00 per IU/L. I honestly have no idea what this means, but based on what I've googled I think it means I have a borderline or fair grading of egg reserves and the amount of live births is slightly reduced. (Not sure if this differs with my being an egg donor vs. the host) I've also read that each lab measures levels differently depending on which assays were used. I have no idea what an assay is.

I know googling shit when you have no idea what it means is bad, bad, bad. I don't even knows if I will be accepted as a donor or I will needed a higher does of drugs to produce a good supply of eggs. I've been told I am "young" and will have good quality eggs, but I am 28.5 almost 29 which isn't exactly on the young side of things. I hope I can still donate to Mike and Liz it is something I really want to do. I am getting excited for the possibility of a cycle and the outcome of Liz hopefully having a baby.

I emailed Liz my results last night and I haven't heard back from her. I take that as a bad sign as she knows more about IVF than I do having gone through a few cycles herself. I really just want her to have what she wants.

And I have no idea what this means.

FSH Day 3 Results

So back to being an egg donor. Mike and Liz have their consult at the end of this week with the clinic over here. Hopefully, we'll be able to start this cycle soon.

I got my Day 3 FSH results and I have no clue what they mean.

I got my Day 3 FSH results. Under the result column I got 11.00; under the Abn column I got N and then it breaks down like this:


Prepubertal: <3.0 IU/L

Follicular/Luteal: <9.0 IU/L

Midcycle: 4.0 - 20.0 IU/L

Postmenopausal: 20.0 - 135 IU/L

From what I've googled and my intereptation of it 11.00 isn't the greatest # depending on what infertility clinics standard are. If anyone one knows what this means, feel free to let me know.

A Day That Was Meant To Be Blogged About

Back in early September, I had real pickle of a day. I meant to blog about it but never got around to it.

I had recently ventured into the DIY below the belt waxing. I have had so many experiences with it, I figured it can't be that hard.

So I bought some wax, and started doing it myself. I was heading down to visit my grandpa with Aaron and I knew we would be swimming so I had some maintenance to do.

I had brought my wax with me to my dad's and went to heat it up. I heated it up in the microwave with the lid on because it was stuck. In the past when the lid was stuck it came off after I heated it up. So I heated it, and heated it. And heated it again.

There was no way in hell that bad boy was coming off.

So I did the next best thing. I called the spa up at the mall by my dad's and made an appointment.

Complete with Aaron.

The receptionist offered to watch him while I went to the waxing room but I declined. There was no way in hell he would be complacent with me being behind closed doors. So I wheeled the stroller in gave him a bottle and some toys and pointed him away from me.

He wasn't too thrilled about this, but allowed me to get my nether regions maintained without too much fuss.

When all was said and done I went to pay.

But I realized that my dad had my debit card.

Shit!

I had given it to him the night before to pick up something for Aaron and had forgotten to get it back.

This was not good. I felt like an idiot as I explained that my dad had my debit card and I had no other means of payment and that I had to drive to his work to pick it up. Now his work isn't that far away, but I felt like a douche none the less.

I left the receptionist my drivers license as collateral and proceeded to run to the car. I got Aaron settled in his car seat and folded up the stroller and put it in my trunk. When I went to close my trunk it wouldn't close.

Shit!

I tried to close my trunk over and over but to no avail, the bugger wasn't closing.

Shit!

Here I am without my license and a trunk that won't close and needing to make a payment for services rendered.

You can imagine how flustered and anxious I was.

There was no way in hell I was driving down a highway to my dad's work with my trunk flapping open. That's just begging to get pulled over.

I needed something to tie it down, but I had nothing to do so with nor any money to buy something with I was in a predicament.

I then remembered that my dad had bungee cords. It's only a few blocks from the mall to his place. I wasn't concerned over driving a few blocks on city streets with my trunk flapping open.

I made it to my dad's with only one person telling me that my trunk was open.

When I got there, I couldn't find the bungee cord.

Shit!

I called him in a panic and he told me they were outside with his bike rack. Duh.

So I tied down the trunk as best as I could with his bungee cord and proceeded to his work with with trunk still flapping, making a thunk every time I hit a bump praying I didn't get pulled over as I didn't have my license on me.

Being pulled over would've been the icing on the freaking cake. I was half expecting it.

I got my license and back to the mall to pay for my waxing without incident.

In the course of an hour, I couldn't get the lid off my wax, pay for my waxing, nor close my trunk.

I called a friend to relay my horrific morning to her and she said "Why didn't you soak the wax in hot water? That's what I do when can't get the lid off."

Shit!

How Do You Blog?

As a  blogger, I often wonder how bloggers come up with material for their blog posts. Some blogs have a theme which dictates the material being written about. Some blogs are mommy blogs, military spouse blogs, daddy blogs, infertile blogs, cooking/food blogs etc. The list goes on and on.

I don't think I fall into any category per se. I definitely do not consider myself a mommy blogger but I touch on parenting as it's one aspect of my life. I personally started blogging to fill a void. I had recently moved to Victoria, and was lonely in the evenings when Eric was a sea. I divided my time between blogging and watching Scrubs on DVD. A lonely existence for a brief time.

I never made any really  effort to make friends because I went home almost every weekend to see my friends so I still felt that I had an active social life and I was friend's with a girlfriend of one of Eric's friends. I was still happy, but needed to fill a void. So I started a blog.

I have been reading blogs since 2005. Once I started I couldn't stop.

I don't consider myself a great blogger or even a good blogger because I am so inconsistent and random. I like to be random. I think of neat posts all the time, but I usually don't get around to blogging about it because I run out of time.

If I was a better blogger you would know that Eric and I are baby free this weekend. My dad asked/offered to have him for the weekend so we jumped at the chance.

This is are first time home alone for more than a few hours in our home without out him.

It has been very quiet. It's almost the way things used to be before we were parents.

When we were doing the long distance thing before I moved in with him, I'd come over many weekends to his place. He's come to me too. But I preferred to come here as he had his own place and I lived at home. (I paid rent) I'd hop on a ferry on a Friday night or Saturday morning and he'd pick me up.

I took Aaron over to my dad's on Friday and came home Saturday morning. It was just like old times when Eric picked me up at the ferry. I've forgotten what it's like to ride a ferry on my own. What I used to look at as a nuisance is now a pleasurable experience when I make the crossing solo.

I was only in the mainland for a night, but I managed to get some time in with my besties. I have group for three friends and we are like peas and carrots. Every time I am over I try to get time in with them. It doesn't always work out that way and the last time I was over things didn't pan out but things worked out great on Friday night. I wasn't able to sneak away until late as my dad worked late but we went to a local pub and caught up. It reminded me of old times.

It happened to snow Friday night so the pub was oddly quiet. Unlike most Vancouverites, who tend to freak out at the slightest hint of the white stuff, we ventured out.

I cam home yesterday morning and I had to say it was wonderful and beautiful ferry ride complete with a dusting of snow on the Islands, killer whales and a free performance.

I love it when I see killer whales on the ferry. I can say I've only seen them 4 or 5 times and I've been making the trek from Vancouver to Victoria for eight years.

The last time I saw killer whales on the ferry, one was actually breaching out of the water. It was younger one and he was just so full of energy. It was if he knew we were there and wanted to give us a little show.

I also had the pleasure of hearing a duo perform a few songs with guitar and some kind of shaker. I've seen this before and they give a free show and then sell a CD. The ferry is a neat place to showcase talent.

I've had a good relaxing weekend. Eric and I went out to a pub with his co-workers and girlfriends. We go out about once or twice a month with these people. I liked the pub we were at and the atmosphere. I was a great time and we took in some live music before heading to a night club. We weren't in the mood for clubbing but being a birthday and having  good time already we wanted t be good sports and went along.

Tonight we will watch some TV and tomorrow I will fetch Aaron.

Back to the blogging business.

How many hours do you spend a day/week on blogging? Mine will vary. I don't have any set time as I don't have a big readership.

I would like to change that but I don't know how as I don't have a genre here.

I have ideas I'd like to blog about but sometimes they get pushed back.

Do you ever hold back so you don't ruffle the wrong feathers? I normally don't because I am not to

Controversial but if I think a topic will hurt someone I may hold back or not write about it all.

I found one blog post via a link that I want share with you because it made me LMAO. If you want a good laugh, go read this post at Hyperbole and Half. You will be in stitches by the end.

I read this article in our local paper today. It's on polyamorous trio with one woman and two live-in boyfriends. It really is

I want to do a post on polyamory, living in Halifax, roomates, break up and ex's but I never seem to get around to it. I hope to do so. We shall see what I can pump out. For now I am going to go enjoy some TV with the man.

I am a Grown Up

I had another job interview the other day. This one with a reputable company with a legit position. The position I was interviewing for was 100% commission based. I have no problem with sales; I just can’t rely on them 100%. When I am working I need to know what I am going to making each pay check. This particular job is apparently requires 60 hour weeks to be successful and I have the potential to make six figures (according to the interviewer) within 5 years.

I don’t see myself being that mom who never sees her son. A good thing did come out of it that my resume will be put forward to someone who will need an admin assistant. I hope I get that job; I’d be a perfect admin assistant.

I think the difference is was I had the foresight to wear nylons. I haven’t worn nylons in years! I didn’t even own a pair until two days ago. I have a killer grey conservative office dress that I like to wear to interviews. I pair it with black stiletto heals. It looks very sharp if I do say so myself. I wore said dress to my last real interview and I don’t think I got that job. I also didn’t have nylons to wear. I was early for this interview so I popped into a drug store and bought some nylons on a whim. I think it completed to outfit. I got a compliment on the dress from an admin assistant.

I also printed off a resume and cover letter, just in case as I applied for this job on a job board and the formatting isn’t very clean. My interviewer discussed my results from a survey on my work skills at length and is described my work habits to a tee. He said he would pass my resume on, and I hope he does.

All because I wore nylons.

I think.

I am becoming a grown up.

The Writing on The Stall

Eric and I went out for breakfast the other day at this diner. It's a local favourite. When he came back from the bathroom he commented about some weird crap written on his bathroom stall. When I went to the bathroom, my stall did not fail to disappoint.

I was able to grab a few pics for your viewing pleasure.

 "People Always Write Dumb $h!t in Bathrooms."

 "Sticks & Stones May Break my bones, but at least the seeds of love will be sewn"
WTF? See the first pic.

And then as we were paying, I notice some cute baby pics displayed at the cash register and I went into baby gushing mode. And then I noticed the one picture of the baby bottom right. DUDE. Victoria, definitely is breast feeding friendly and then some.

Remember

Today marked Remembrance Day (Veterans Day in the U.S.) in Canada. I don’t have to words to convey what I am feeling. It marks a day of remembrance for those who died fighting in wars so we could be free. Having a spouse in the military puts extra importance on this day to me.

In past years I never observed Remembrance Day outside of a ceremony performed at school. As a child, I remember the ceremonies that took place in my elementary school gym. We would all sit on the floor with our class as two children per class would bring up our class reefs with our individual poppies lay them on the make shift memorial.

Someone would recite In Flanders Field and we would observe a moment of silence. This is one holiday that really sticks out in my mind as a child. The black and white pictures that would be put up on display in my school from WW I and WW II still stay with me.

I don’t have any memories prior to elementary school regarding Remembrance Day. I want Aaron to carry the significance of this day from a young age. I took him to his first ever Remembrance Day ceremony today. The last one I attended was eight years ago as Eric was in parade for it. I don’t know why I stopped observing this holiday; I just never took the time to really remember.

I am lucky that Eric is with me and by my side. I am lucky he serves our country for my freedom. I am thankful that he is not over in Afghanistan and is here. This may not always be the case but it is today.

Both Eric’s grandpa and my grandpa served in the Army during WW II. WW II is what brought Eric’s grandparents together. His grandma was a war bride. My grandfather never made it overseas during the war but Eric’s grandpa did. I am thankful for both for fighting for us.

I hope the significance of this day doesn’t go unnoticed by Aaron. He is too young to know what November 11th signifies. If he remembers the Airplanes that flew by I’d be impressed. My boy has a love of planes.

Before going out today, we watched Memphis Bell. He actually, sat threw large segments of the movie. As long as there was an airplane in it, he was hooked.

I swear to God that boy is going to be a pilot or an airplane mechanic.

Interviews and Waxing

So I went for the job interview. I don’t know if it was scam per se, but I think it was a huge waste of my time. I arrived to a bare bones office with 8 or 9 people crammed into it.


I was handed an application form by a “receptionist” who seemed to be doing interviews in between manning the desk. I caught on quickly that you went into one room with the HR lady and answered some questions then given a questionnaire to fill out while waiting to be interviewed by the “receptionist.”

I spoke with my fellow interviewees and asked if anyone else had googled the company name. I spoke up with what I had read. I certainly seemed to ease the tension and nerves of the room.

When I was called in with HR lady, I gave all the answers and but she was evasive to my questions regarding what the job itself was. She asked me to stay for a company orientation to which I declined and told her it would’ve ran into me picking Aaron up. So I said.)

I discussed this with a friend later and she said she has sat through these types of pitches and after the sell on the company goods is when they ask for your money.

I didn’t get the second interview with the receptionist nor did I care. I was offered the chance to come back Monday and I said that I would, but I will call to cancel.

I had better things to do. Like get unwanted body hair removed from my face. The French Canadian in me was really starting to show and if I let it go any longer, I might be mistaken for participating in Movemebr.

I went to get my eyebrows threaded and my upper lip waxed. I got my eyebrows done and was told the waxing room was busy for the next half an hour (I was a walk-in) and said what the hell and had the girl thread my upper lip as well.

Let me tell you there are certain parts of the body that are NOT meant to be threaded and the upper lip is one of them! I know why I get my upper lip waxed and not threaded! OUCH. And this is not the time of the month to be getting body hair ripped out of my body. (A little known fact, that when it’s that time or near that time of the month getting hair removed from your body hurts a hell of a lot more!)

I always got my eyebrows and upper lipped waxed. The five years ago I found myself living in what I like to call Little India in Vancouver. Middle Eastern women get their unwanted body hair threaded. My roommate told me about a place down the block where she went so I went one day to get my upper lip waxed for $3!

I knew it was dirty unsanitary little shop that was more of a barber’s shop which offered threading and waxing. I figured a place so cheap couldn’t mess up the upper lip so I went. The girl who removed my unwanted body hair told me I should get my eyebrows threaded. I was skeptical. I talked to my roommate and she said they did Brazilians for $20! (Any woman who knows anything about that knows it’s a steal)

There was no way in hell I’d let anyone south of the border in such a dirty shop, but was curious about the threading.

So the next time my eyebrows needed grooming I went there to get my eyebrows threaded. I was pleasantly surprised how well they turned out! And how cheap it was!

I stuck to my girl at the little shop in Little India. Even when I moved back home I still made the trek there. I stuck to threading for my eyebrows for the most part with the odd wax job now and then. I once tried getting my upper threaded but it hurt so damn much I’d rather have the wax ripped off in one fell swoop. And I continued to do so, until today.

I think I shall s stick to waxing of my upper lip.

I should probably venture back to the DIY method.

Too Good To Be True?

Welcome to job search 2010. I've really stepped it up a notch in the job search. Yesterday, I sent out a bunch of resumes. Today I got a call.

Most employers do not call right away unless they are desperate. Or it's a scam. This prospective employer left a message as I missed the call. Upon listening to the message, I immediately googled the company's name. The first thing that popped up was "ABC Company scam." I searched that and read some message boards.

What was said in the message boards, was what the recruiter left in the message. This made me go hmmm. This job is a sales based job, not something I am keen on but I can handle it. It would be something to tied me over until I find a better position. At this point my goal is to pay for Aaron's daycare.

When I spoke to the recruiter, she asked all the phone appropriate questions for a phone interview. I was thinking she was legit when we set up an interview time.

She asked me to bring a copy of my resume with me. This normal protocol in the job interview process.

She also told me to wear business appropriate attire.

Seriously? I can't believe she said that.

We talked at length of my previous positions.

I've worked for the government.

I worked for Big Name Cell Phone company.

I didn't sleep with anyone to get any of these jobs.

I assume I got them based on my interview skills and not showing up in jeans and flip flops.

Did she really think I'd show up in non business attire clothing? Jeez.

I even knew to wear a collared shirt and black skirt for my first ever job interview at McDonald's when I was 15. And I got that job.

If something is to good to be true, than it probably is. But I am curious none the less.

If they ask me to give them my own money for training. I will get up and walk.

Another Post Brought To You By Courtesy of Friday

It's Friday night and I find myself blogging. As per usual for me. So we've had a busy week. I need to find a job ASAP. We've decided on a day care for Aaron. I want the spot, even if it means going back to being a grocery store cashier in the interim. As a family of three on one income, we can afford it, but things would definitely be tight.

I've always maintained whatever I end up doing for work, I need to make at least double what day care costs to justify it. Of all the day cares I've viewed and interviewed in the last 2 years, this is by far my favourite and meets my expectations which are high. Surprisingly, it isn't the most expensive either.

The day care we viewed on Wednesday gave me a bad feeling from the start. We were early for our appointment, I found the staff to be rude, and nobody bothered to introduced themselves while we waited for the lady who was giving us the tour. I've walked up to day cares without an appointment to get warm greetings from staff and a tour. Aaron wanted to leave right away and went straight for the door. He ended up having a tantrum of all tantrums and Eric had to take him out so I could finish the tour on my own. I may have had some preconceived notions based on some feedback I had gotten, but I really tried to go in with an open mind. I just got a bad feeling all around. The toys were put away and brought out throughout the day, and I really didn't care for that. The space was huge, but isn't the size that counts. It's how they use it. Even for day cares.

The one we've decided on all Aaron wanted to do was play with toys and we had a hard time prying him away. I have no reservations about Happy Land daycare or the staff. (I so just made this name up on the spot.)

We want Aaron in day care as we feel it will benefit him where we can't. I am having a hard time wrapping my head around my son being in daycare full time. I wish I could work part-time but finding a part time day care spot and job is next to impossible. If I end up working part-time, I'll keep him home on my days off. I never thought I'd be a stay-at-home-mom for so long, it just worked out this way. A recession doesn't bode well for one in a smaller city. The timing couldn't have been worse for a recession, but such is life.

I really hope that I get this job I interviewed for. It's a good company that pays well (I think). The job its self could be wearing, if I let it. I don't know what to call the position interviewed for. I guess escalation help desk would be the correct term. I wish I had gotten the email address for the lady that interviewed me so that I could send her a follow up letter. Stupid, stupid.

I wonder how all this with play into being an egg donor. As Mike and Liz are switching clinics to the one here of course their is a wait for a their consult. Which has bumped things back further, but from my dealings and Liz's dealing she gets a better feeling from the clinic here.

 If/when I am employed I don't know what to tell my future employer. I figure I'll just I have say day surgery, which egg retrieval is. I don't want to get into the nitty gritty of my personal life. I though of saying I am doing an IVF cycle but then they will think I am trying to conceive and may terminate me before my three month probation. Then if I say I am a donor, I'll get lots of questions or weird looks. I am open about what I am doing to friends and people I know well, but I don't think it's an appropriate course of discussion with a new employer. I plan on saying that I was bumped on the wait list and spot became available. It's plausible. But all the appointments leading up the retrieval is what scares me, I don't want to appear to be a slacker so new into a job. GAH. I guess there is no point in worry about it now.

I am tired so I think I best be getting to bed. I am sure Aaron will be up coughing at some point, and I'll be a worried mama and up. I hope his cold goes away soon.

Good News I think.

I wanted to give a quick up on the job interview. It was a typical behavioural interview with two interviewers alternating asking questions and note taking. I've had done dozen of these interviews and I didn't sweat it.

I don't know where I stand, but I feel that it went well. I am not getting my hopes up, as I've done that with jobs I coveted only to be crushed.

We've decided on Aaron's daycare we both like it, and we couldn't pry him away from the toys. He cried when it was time to leave. A good sign. I'll touch more on this later. But I didn't get much sleep last night and Grey's Anatomy is on. I have my priorities.

A Quickie

I have a Halloween post in the works with lots of pictures for your viewing pleasure but blogger or my PC are being jerks and will not let me upload any pics after this first one. I don't have time to tinker with it and the pics are uploaded to the desk top not the lap top.

So the last 48 hours have been... ??? Maybe glimpse into my future. I've had two job opportunities come up. One I might have an in though a friend, the other I never expected to get a call for in my life lacking the education requirements, I applied for the hell of it and hoped my stellar cover letter delivered the goods. Which apparently it did!

Now I have to sell sell sell myself tomorrow. I didn't even have 24 hours notice for this job interview! I took the time, called a friend to see if she could watch Aaron and am going in on a hope and a prayer.

I've also have had two day cares spots become available. One we viewed today I did not care for. The other, it's good, I've viewed it when Aaron wad 13 months old but decided not to go back to work. I had him on this list since I was pregnant. SO I know it's good and holds itself to a high reputation and has excellent staff.

I was freaking out as to what to where, and the fact that my acrylic nails are half chewed off or broken look so bad. (I normally do not get acrylic but got them for my reunion.) So I got my outfit together complete with a quick trip to the mall for a new pair of black stiletto heals suitable for the office and black shrug to wear with my dress. Oh man I hope they like me and I give the right answers. Now to de nail myself.