The Freshmaker, Unemploy Mint

I’m just now coming up for air after a few days of intense resume/cover letter/writing sample/shamalamadingdong revamping, which takes an extraordinarily long time, but mostly because you have to stop at regular intervals and make a whole bunch of phone calls to people so that they’ll remind you that you are not, in fact, a worthless, two-bit human being whose only chance at a job is working as the sales receipt highlighter at the exit doors of the Wal-Mart.  Also, they can remind you not to do that thing where you use big long run-on sentences while you’re writing.

I’m ramping up my job search, meaning that I am going to try to apply to more than just one job a week, and the timing of this ramping up is awesome, because I’m also now home with Rosie four out of the five days of the week. (That was sarcasm. Maybe I should write my sarcastic sentences in red, so that’s clear from now on? Except then I might have to put a disclaimer on the header of this site: WARNING – HEAVY SARCASM. MAY CAUSE EYE DAMAGE.) L and I took a hard look at our budget last week and realized that even sending Rosie to a babysitter just three mornings a week was out of our price range (truthfully, sending her to a babysitter one morning of the week is also out of our price range, but she needs the interaction with other kids, and I need to keep myself from going completely loco in the cabeza.)  It’s like a bad case of the Catch-22s around here. I need to be child-free for a few mornings a week to look for a job so we can make more money, but we don’t make enough money to pay for me to be child-free for a few mornings a week to look for a job so we can make more money..etc. etc., nausea, heartburn, indigestion, upset stomach, head explosion.

Right at this very moment I feel optimistic though, and that is entirely due to the fact that I just submitted an application about two hours ago for a job I could really get excited about having, so I’m still in the hopeful stage of the unemployment emotional rollercoaster.  The world is my oyster! Possibilities abound! Tally ho and Geronimo and other exclamatory wordage!  Yes, I think I’ll coast on this feeling until at least dinner time.


1 Neely Stansell-Simpson { 09.21.10 at 6:07 pm }

Yes! We can’t afford for me to work and we can’t afford for me not to work! It’s maddening. We’re going through that right now too. And I’m not really qualified for anything that pays enough to pay for childcare. Shit!

2 ginnymom { 09.21.10 at 8:51 pm }

Too bad L’s mother doesn’t live close enough to help.

3 Allen { 09.22.10 at 8:28 am }

@ginnymom You forgot to make your text red…

4 Lynn Peek { 09.23.10 at 8:07 am }

Remember IOU a morning. And I’ll take her more. Abby needs the interaction, too.

5 ginnymom { 09.23.10 at 6:48 pm }


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