1. I haven't been terribly commenty on other blogs recently, and I feel like an ass about that, because I know how much I like comments. I resolve to comment more, starting immediately!
2. My interviews yesterday went pretty well, I think. Thing is... I'm starting to feel a bit ambivalent about making a job change. I'm pretty change averse, and for me a lot of the times it's about the devil you know - I'm scared of leaving my current hellhole because at least I know how it works. What if I get this job, move across the country again and end up just as miserable as I am right now? So I don't know if I'm just being a chickenshit or if my conservatism is warranted.
3. While sitting at the airport yesterday waiting to board my flight home, I got a phone call from a large company wanting to talk to me about a job I'd applied to with them a while ago. A large candy company. A bandster with a sweet tooth working at a candy company? What was I thinking? I'm talking to them this afternoon anyway. We'll see where this goes.
4. I get so tired of talking about myself during and after the job interviewing process. Like, there are only so many different ways that I can tell the same story about "A time I led a team to success despite obstacles."
5. I find that no matter how hard I prep for interviews, there's always at least one question that I could never have anticipated. Yesterday's curve ball involved dried soup. Yeah, didn't see that one coming.
6. It's nice to be wanted, or at least to have my resume spark some interest. I went into grad school to get my MBA thinking that I was going to graduate and go right back to the career path I'd had before. Then, in the middle of school, I made a decision to change the career I was pursuing. I didn't have an internship or any experience in my field, and it was incredibly difficult to get interviews in my desired field, much less offers. I got two job offers out of grad school - one was with my current company, and one was with a company doing the same work I'd done before school. So it's gratifying now to see that I can at least get interviews and have conversations with prospective employers. It's far less difficult now that I have some experience under my belt.
7a. I must confess - I didn't do any work on the kitchen last weekend. I do have a good reason - the wife and I needed to buy a new mattress for our guest bedroom. We needed to do it pretty urgently, as we have guests coming next weekend. So on Friday, when we were out suit shopping for me, we spotted a brand new Rooms To Go outlet and ended up buying a deeply discounted, Columbus-Day-sale mattress from them. But because it was an outlet, we had to take delivery the next morning, sometime within a very large delivery window. So I couldn't go to the hardware store to gather supplies, because I was waiting. And I missed my Body Pump and Zumba classes, because I was waiting. And they showed up an hour late. So then by the time the mattress was delivered and I was free to leave the house, it was mid-afternoon and I still hadn't been to the gym. So I had to ditch the kitchen idea.
7b. Speaking of suit shopping - we went to Macy's and I tried on a bunch of suits in the Ladies (not Women's) section. I bought a suit in a size that does not have a "W" after it. Victory! I bought this pretty black pantsuit with a jacket that cinched my waist just so and made me think I looked so slim. It was very nice. Then I went and bought a pair of new black shoes to go with it (after spending 45 minutes in the DSW trying on every single pair of black shoes they had in my size). And then I went home and hung the suit up in my closet. Where I promptly realized that the suit was BROWN, not BLACK. Sonofabitch. Now I have to return the black shoes this weekend (I already had a pair of brown shoes). And apparently I need to have my vision tested, though my wife swears the suit was black in the store.
7c. Yesterday, I walked from my hotel to the interview, because it was only half a mile and cabs were taking forever. Yesterday was the first time I really realized how much my body has changed, because I walked that half mile in my brown heels, wearing a 30 pound backpack and rolling a suitcase behind me, and NOT ONCE did my feet, legs, or any other part of my body hurt me. I couldn't have (and wouldn't have) done that pre-band.
8. I got my hair cut. I took in this picture of Ashley Greene:
I had really long hair before, so I ended up getting 8" cut off. It took some adjusting, but I think I really like it now. You'll just have to use your imagination.
9. My wife is staying home with me for Thanksgiving, rather than going home to visit her family (in fairness, she was just there last weekend and two weeks before that). I am so excited for us to start our own little family traditions - like maybe going to the Thanksgiving buffet at the local Indian casino.
10. I think we might go see the $5 matinee of Argo on Sunday. Yay, $5 matinee!
I have bought something in the store many times thinking it was black and then got home and realized it was navy...I almost did it today. I asked two random strangers if they thought the pants were navy or black. Since they didn't agree and I couldn't really tell I didn't buy them.
ReplyDeleteI totally understand your ambivilance about a new job. I was so miserable in my last job, but I stayed there so long because I was afraid that it could always be worse. And I wasn't even going to have to move...I was actually looking at jobs closer to home. Thankfully I took the chance and did leave Satan's Alley. I haven't regretted it once.
Wish we could see pics of your hair!!
There was no question that this suit was black. Black as night. Until I got home. Where it was brown. And then yesterday in the hotel room, it was black again. Which was unfortunate, as I'd brought brown shoes. Freaking schizophrenic suit. At least it was cute. But if I don't get the job, it's going to be because they thought I wore brown shoes with a black suit. Traitorous suit.
DeleteI always do this with jobs. It's easier to stay than go if you're risk-averse.
So glad to hear you are resolving this stress with your job - and yay on that huge NSV of being able to walk without pain. Seems kind of obvious to someone who's never carried the equivalent of a toddler around with them, but it makes a HUGE difference! When my husband made me carry up a 50 lb bag of rice to our apartment to illustrate that my 50 pound loss wasn't "just" 50 lbs, I was like, "Holy crap, how did I do this?" Its amazing what we adjust to. And I hear you on commenting more - I have been a very bad blog buddy, and am making much more of an effort...have a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteIt's so great to read about all your wonderful accomplishments since losing weight! I hoof around a back pack on me daily now (to and from work or to the post office, etc) and prior to surgery I would never have done that as it would have made me pant like a dog in heat.
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