So I had my big serious interview on Monday at 2pm (yesterday). The whole thing was just as smooth as silk. I couldn't get over how well it went. The job is just a perfect match for my skill set and for their business model. They told me they'd be doing more interviews this week with other candidates. The top people would be contacted for another interview next week with their execs.
So as excited as I was about the successful interview, I had to wait a week to hear any result.
You can imagine my surprise when they called me back this morning at 9am. They asked me if I could come back to meet with a couple of their VP's this Thursday. I said both Thursday and Friday were out. (I have BYU Women's Conference with my mom.) She asked what it would take to see me again tomorrow (Wednesday). I said as long as I was finished by 2:30pm (so I could pick my mom up at the airport), whatever time would work.
I have my third and final (I hope) interview tomorrow at 10am.
My references have reported this company has made contact.
I am feeling pretty good about this!
News
Dear Friends,
That phone call yesterday... well I apparently passed! Another contact at the company called me today and was very enthusiastic to meet me on Monday at 2pm for a real job interview! I've replayed yesterday's events in my mind since they happened. I doubted myself. I let the fact that my personal life might have been exposed to a job prospect... well I let it eat at me more than I should have. I am so glad it turned out for the best. I'll for sure give an update after my meeting on Monday.
Oh and I wanted to mention that Liam didn't "shump" off his dresser in yesterday's incidence. No, he tried a new tactic for injury. He cleared out the second from the bottom drawer and was climbing into it when the dresser fell on him. Honestly, his brand new dresser shows more damage than he does. Lucky kid, unlucky dresser.
That is all.
Good night!
That phone call yesterday... well I apparently passed! Another contact at the company called me today and was very enthusiastic to meet me on Monday at 2pm for a real job interview! I've replayed yesterday's events in my mind since they happened. I doubted myself. I let the fact that my personal life might have been exposed to a job prospect... well I let it eat at me more than I should have. I am so glad it turned out for the best. I'll for sure give an update after my meeting on Monday.
Oh and I wanted to mention that Liam didn't "shump" off his dresser in yesterday's incidence. No, he tried a new tactic for injury. He cleared out the second from the bottom drawer and was climbing into it when the dresser fell on him. Honestly, his brand new dresser shows more damage than he does. Lucky kid, unlucky dresser.
That is all.
Good night!
Let me tell you about my day
So the day started early. I got out of bed at 7ish so I could shower and be ready for a little visitor at 7:45. She showed up close to 8am and the madness began. Yes, two maniacal toddlers running a muck the whole day. I entertained them to their hearts content for the most part. I let them make messes and then got minimal help from them to clean up and go on to the next activity. The day was a normal day for a mom with two crazy kids. I am just not a normal mom.
Tending two kids on a regular basis... for me... let alone one kid... It's been an adjustment (with one) the past two weeks.
So the day started coming to a close. The clock, amazingly enough, said 4pm. I was feeling relieved that my hubby would soon be home and that our little friend would be on her way. I should have seen ahead that the principal of if-anything-bad-will-happen-it-will-happen-at-the-worst/last minute-possible.
The kids were playing cars in the other room and I was poking at food on the stove. The phone rang. It wasn't a telemarketer or anyone I recognized. It was a job reply for sure. I took the risk and answered as I stepped out onto the front porch. It was indeed a reply to a job application. One I had applied for just this morning. One that I was potentially the perfect fit. {Heavenly Father please keep the kids inside/safe while I take this call.}
So, the HR lady asked me if I could talk for a few minutes. I warned her that there might be some background noise, but yes, please go on. (Would it have been wise to say good-bye to a job prospect and reschedule? My brain voted no.)
So she set into asking me lots of questions. A pre-interview, if you will. I think I did well to answer them all "correctly" and only said "no I didn't do that on a regular basis" twice. I am hitting myself that I didn't mention I am a good student and can learn to book corporate travel and coordinate trade shows very quickly and easily.
Anyway, as she was asking me the last couple questions, Liam comes outside whining about his underwear. Yikes. I shooshed him and helped him in tandem of listening/responding to my inquirer on the phone. Our little friend was not far behind pantsless and asking for help too. Ugh.
So I was able to close the phone call after agreeing to email another copy of my resume to a direct contact. I got inside the house and realized both kids had wet their pants... I didn't realize this while on the phone. I got them both changed and on their way to destroy the house so I could run to get that email out.
I was drafting the email, adding references to my resume and such. I hear a huge boom. A scary boom. My body lifted from my chair, my brain knowing not to wait for a cry. I booked it upstairs to see my child trapped underneath his dresser. He was only in the panic crying stage and there was no proof of real injury. I scooped him up with reprimands for using his dresser as a toy (a discussion we've had a few times). I took him downstairs to access him as I pushed send on my email.
He'll for sure have a bruise on his knee and calf tomorrow.
He was disagreeable half the day and didn't let up after his friend left. (Daddy had to work really late so there was no tag-teaming-it tonight.) He did eat a good dinner, but quickly found a way to get his mom reprimanding once again. He was forced to bathe and then start the bed time ritual. I called my visiting teaching partner and said it wasn't going to happen. Toting my beast along was a bad idea... and past his bedtime... even worse. So I shouldered the guilt of making my partner prepare a lesson at the last minute and go it alone. Then I told myself, "Family first, Gina. This kid has had enough."
Prayers, songs, mutual apology devotional and all was well. I went to my room to put my knees to use again then went back to give my boy another kiss... he was in dreamland.
Tomorrow is another day of trying.
Tending two kids on a regular basis... for me... let alone one kid... It's been an adjustment (with one) the past two weeks.
So the day started coming to a close. The clock, amazingly enough, said 4pm. I was feeling relieved that my hubby would soon be home and that our little friend would be on her way. I should have seen ahead that the principal of if-anything-bad-will-happen-it-will-happen-at-the-worst/last minute-possible.
The kids were playing cars in the other room and I was poking at food on the stove. The phone rang. It wasn't a telemarketer or anyone I recognized. It was a job reply for sure. I took the risk and answered as I stepped out onto the front porch. It was indeed a reply to a job application. One I had applied for just this morning. One that I was potentially the perfect fit. {Heavenly Father please keep the kids inside/safe while I take this call.}
So, the HR lady asked me if I could talk for a few minutes. I warned her that there might be some background noise, but yes, please go on. (Would it have been wise to say good-bye to a job prospect and reschedule? My brain voted no.)
So she set into asking me lots of questions. A pre-interview, if you will. I think I did well to answer them all "correctly" and only said "no I didn't do that on a regular basis" twice. I am hitting myself that I didn't mention I am a good student and can learn to book corporate travel and coordinate trade shows very quickly and easily.
Anyway, as she was asking me the last couple questions, Liam comes outside whining about his underwear. Yikes. I shooshed him and helped him in tandem of listening/responding to my inquirer on the phone. Our little friend was not far behind pantsless and asking for help too. Ugh.
So I was able to close the phone call after agreeing to email another copy of my resume to a direct contact. I got inside the house and realized both kids had wet their pants... I didn't realize this while on the phone. I got them both changed and on their way to destroy the house so I could run to get that email out.
I was drafting the email, adding references to my resume and such. I hear a huge boom. A scary boom. My body lifted from my chair, my brain knowing not to wait for a cry. I booked it upstairs to see my child trapped underneath his dresser. He was only in the panic crying stage and there was no proof of real injury. I scooped him up with reprimands for using his dresser as a toy (a discussion we've had a few times). I took him downstairs to access him as I pushed send on my email.
He'll for sure have a bruise on his knee and calf tomorrow.
He was disagreeable half the day and didn't let up after his friend left. (Daddy had to work really late so there was no tag-teaming-it tonight.) He did eat a good dinner, but quickly found a way to get his mom reprimanding once again. He was forced to bathe and then start the bed time ritual. I called my visiting teaching partner and said it wasn't going to happen. Toting my beast along was a bad idea... and past his bedtime... even worse. So I shouldered the guilt of making my partner prepare a lesson at the last minute and go it alone. Then I told myself, "Family first, Gina. This kid has had enough."
Prayers, songs, mutual apology devotional and all was well. I went to my room to put my knees to use again then went back to give my boy another kiss... he was in dreamland.
Tomorrow is another day of trying.
Finding peace in parenting
I am sure a few of you are familiar with the Happiness Project Blog. It's a great thing to keep on my RSS feed so when I am having it rough, I can click over and find some cheer.
Well today I was a mean mom. I yelled a lot. I feel really crappy about it too. "He's a kid... let him be a kid and don't get so worked up about it, Gina." I tell myself this, but yet I still find myself yelling too much and feeling way guilty for it.
This post helped me tonight (and a swift kick to the pants by listening to a conference talk on respect and reverence).
My favorite tip from the post is this:
8. Repetition works. A friend told me he was yelling at his kids too much, so he distilled all rules of behavior into four key phrases: “keep your hands to yourself”; “answer the first time you’re asked”; “ask first”; and “stay with us” (his kids tended to bolt). You can also use the school mantras: “Sit square in your chair;” “accidents will happen,” “you get what you get, and you don’t get upset” (i.e., when cupcakes are handed out, you don’t keep trying to switch).
Now I am on my way to get some sleep and wake up a better mom.
Well today I was a mean mom. I yelled a lot. I feel really crappy about it too. "He's a kid... let him be a kid and don't get so worked up about it, Gina." I tell myself this, but yet I still find myself yelling too much and feeling way guilty for it.
This post helped me tonight (and a swift kick to the pants by listening to a conference talk on respect and reverence).
My favorite tip from the post is this:
8. Repetition works. A friend told me he was yelling at his kids too much, so he distilled all rules of behavior into four key phrases: “keep your hands to yourself”; “answer the first time you’re asked”; “ask first”; and “stay with us” (his kids tended to bolt). You can also use the school mantras: “Sit square in your chair;” “accidents will happen,” “you get what you get, and you don’t get upset” (i.e., when cupcakes are handed out, you don’t keep trying to switch).
Now I am on my way to get some sleep and wake up a better mom.
Unemployed - Day 1
In only 24 hours time, I have been given an endless supply of support concerning the loss of my job yesterday.
#1 Ian took the news in stride. Yes, there was a tiny freaking out session, but we calmed and started brainstorming. Then when I woke up this morning in a renewed state of panic and sadness -- Ian understood. He was in my same position only 7 months ago. What a blessing to have a sympathetic partner. He, like me, doesn't know what we are going to do, but I think he's been blessed with the same faith that things will work out just fine. Walking blindly isn't his style, nor mine. Heavenly Father will help us though. We have the power to pray over this problem and find an answer.
#2 After a wonderful conversation with a truly amazing friend this morning, I posted the below Matthew 6 scripture on Facebook to comfort my former co-workers who are in the same situation. I've had quite the response in my email and also many phone calls from concerned friends. It feels good to be loved and supported when all your brain wants to do is breakdown and accept your own I'm-not-good-enough vibes.
#3 I had emailed a good friend and former co-worker about my situation last night. This morning she reported back that her manager (who told me 9 years ago that I was welcome back any time) wants to help me. He just has to get approval from the executives. It would be lesser pay, but the kindness of the offer is so appreciated.
#4 My girlfriends in the neighborhood have offered their services for when job interviews come up and Liam will need tending.
#5 My Dad said he wants to pay for plane tickets so Liam and I can go visit Indiana while I'm not working.
#6 My father-in-law gave me some good advice about stretching our money with the help of unemployment when the severance runs out.
The list could go on. Besides all the contact with loving friends and having a fun day off with Liam... I've accomplished a lot in the job search. I am registered with two placement agencies, filed my unemployed status with the state and I've applied for so many jobs already. It was a busy day.
Thank you to everyone for your supportive notions and love. My cup runneth over.
#1 Ian took the news in stride. Yes, there was a tiny freaking out session, but we calmed and started brainstorming. Then when I woke up this morning in a renewed state of panic and sadness -- Ian understood. He was in my same position only 7 months ago. What a blessing to have a sympathetic partner. He, like me, doesn't know what we are going to do, but I think he's been blessed with the same faith that things will work out just fine. Walking blindly isn't his style, nor mine. Heavenly Father will help us though. We have the power to pray over this problem and find an answer.
#2 After a wonderful conversation with a truly amazing friend this morning, I posted the below Matthew 6 scripture on Facebook to comfort my former co-workers who are in the same situation. I've had quite the response in my email and also many phone calls from concerned friends. It feels good to be loved and supported when all your brain wants to do is breakdown and accept your own I'm-not-good-enough vibes.
#3 I had emailed a good friend and former co-worker about my situation last night. This morning she reported back that her manager (who told me 9 years ago that I was welcome back any time) wants to help me. He just has to get approval from the executives. It would be lesser pay, but the kindness of the offer is so appreciated.
#4 My girlfriends in the neighborhood have offered their services for when job interviews come up and Liam will need tending.
#5 My Dad said he wants to pay for plane tickets so Liam and I can go visit Indiana while I'm not working.
#6 My father-in-law gave me some good advice about stretching our money with the help of unemployment when the severance runs out.
The list could go on. Besides all the contact with loving friends and having a fun day off with Liam... I've accomplished a lot in the job search. I am registered with two placement agencies, filed my unemployed status with the state and I've applied for so many jobs already. It was a busy day.
Thank you to everyone for your supportive notions and love. My cup runneth over.
Matthew 6
25 Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?
26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
30 Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?
31 Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?
32 (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.
Made for you
The first five people to comment on this post will get something made by me. My choice. For you.
This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
I make no guarantees that you will like what I make.
What I make will be just for you.
It'll be done this year.
You have no clue what it's going to be.
It may be a story.
No guarantees, I may sew or stitch or bake something.
I reserve the right to do whatever I want!
The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must re-post this on your own blog and offer the same deal to 5 of your own lucky blog readers. So, the first 5 people to leave a comment telling me they are in, win a homemade gift by me! Be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it.
This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
I make no guarantees that you will like what I make.
What I make will be just for you.
It'll be done this year.
You have no clue what it's going to be.
It may be a story.
No guarantees, I may sew or stitch or bake something.
I reserve the right to do whatever I want!
The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must re-post this on your own blog and offer the same deal to 5 of your own lucky blog readers. So, the first 5 people to leave a comment telling me they are in, win a homemade gift by me! Be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it.
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