I have a 9am job interview this morning. My first thought was “Ugh,
can’t we make it later so I don’t have to drive in rush hour traffic?” And then
If I get this job, I’m going to have to drive in rush hour traffic every day. Every. Day.
But this is good. I’ve been out of work for two months. I turned down one job offer because the terms were bad and the tactics to get me to accept them were worse. So I’m still looking for the right spot.
And it was cool; the guy I’m interviewing with found my resume online, I think through Indeed or LinkedIn, then clicked through to my About.me page. About.me is a free web page, kind of a digital calling card, with your name and a brief bio, plus links to email and social media.
But I’m stalling. Job interview. Real stuff. Not a phone screen, this one.
But just one interview scheduled. Then… crickets.
As long as I don’t think about the growing gap on my resume and the possibility of financial ruin, things are going okay. Getting time with the kids. Getting some things done around the house. Started a blog.
Maybe the kids won’t go to college. Christmas might be completely reliant on grandparental generosity. Eventually, we won’t own the yard I diligently mow each week.
But the commute is awesome.