My God – Smallest Child, you must start eating more than fruit and yogurt. The resulting aftermath is more than I can Handle – 3 barrages today, with consistancy varietions from soup to peanut butter. And please don’t make me tell you how bad it smells! I’d rather kick a skunk right in the scent gland.
So as I previously ruminated, I gave notice to the Unnamed employer on Saturday. In two weeks I shall be unemployed.
And yet, it doesn’t worry me. I have feelers out in several directions, and I know worse comes to worse, I can flip burgers for a bit and still bring in the necessary. Psycho-Momia and I discussed it on Friday, and decided that it was the right thing to do. When I got home from work Friday night, there was an email waiting for me from a company I have a great amount of respect for. I send a blind inquiry to them about twice a year in regards to employment opportunities. They are a widely known company with a dedicated fan base, and are named after a fruit. I saw this email as a sign that I am on the right path.
demons wonderful children have pushing boundaries left and right. Smallest is doing her best to convince me that she will indeed be the one I have to bail out of jail – probably for something like base jumping. If she’s not climbing on something or standing on something that puts her higher of the ground than any 2 and half year old has any right to be, she’s rummaging through the fridge looking for yogurt.
Oldest, on the other hand, has gotten very timid. Shy with most people, even ones she’s known most of her life. Afraid of Dogs and bugs, to the point that she doesn’t like to go outside to play. Out at a chain pet-store that allows dogs, She freaked out and said she didn’t like dogs. Psycho-Momia asked her something along the lines of “but you liked Candy, didn’t you?” (a cup of context: Candy was our Greyhound who died last fall) She replied “But Mama, that was different!”
It is amazing the speed that they can go from BFF to WFE. Playing quietly, happily to screaming and swinging in less than 2.5 seconds. And, no, we don’t let them watch violent TV or movies. It’s just part of being a kid.
I also just want to give a shout out to a couple of new readers, and old friends – Hey Youngblood! Hey Kev! And you too Guddy, if you show up. Long time no see.
Currently playing in iTunes: Paralyzer by Finger Eleven
So – things have come to a head. Work things, that is. After 10 years spent with the unnamed employer, it’s time to vamoose. I’m not yet sure how or when, but I do know it will be soon.
Because of this, I’m looking at ways to bring money in – as is my duty, and pleasure to do as a Dad.
I haven’t had to look for work in 10 years. I am remembering just how painful it can be. I am either under-qualified, overpaid, unable to do the needed schedule, uninterested or too smart.
I need to have a gig that:
Is at night (5pm or later is best)
Pays at least $15 an hour.
Allows me at least fairly regular weekends off.
Allows me to work less than 40 hours a week.
Allows me to retain what little I have left of dignity.
Anyway, as I look to increase alternate income, I’m open to advice – in Job hunting, in Jumping ship and flying solo (how’s that for a mixed metaphor?).
Also, you, the few, the proud, my readers, can help me decide on something.
There are several companies out there that pay you for “sponsered posts”. These are clearly marked as such, and I would be voicing my opinion in truth – they ask that you write a polite reveiw – not a positive one.
What do you all think?
Any other ideas?
Any of you rich and looking for a kept man?(j/k)(or am I?)
(Oh, I have also been gently chastised for not posting more about my delightful little demons…. I promise more about the cherubs in the future.)