Transition week

Been resisting my natural urge all week to wander about the house in my jammies like a zombie, crying aloud, "What am I? Who am I? Why am I a loser?" While these thoughts do run silently through my head, I'm trying to keep them to myself as I put on my best interview clothes, a winning smile, and a professional attitude to hit the pavement in pursuit of gainful employment. I have filled out online applications for every major corporation in the metro area, and I'm sure there are about 492 copies of my resume floating in the great black hole that is known as online resume submissions.

Currently trying to weigh out my options regarding getting into a job ASAP vs. holding out for the right job. I've had a lot of really low offers, (Area recruiters take note: I could have made that much 10 yrs ago when I worked at McDonald's, thank you very much) plus one scary offer to manage a loan office. Potential to make a lot of money, but I'm not sure it would be worth the stress and damage to my conscience. It would be subprime lending, small installment loans to people with less-than-perfect credit, basically one step above the payday loans. Not being in a position to be picky, and since the recruiter guy was really nice, I decided to give it a shot on Wednesday. And it was confirmed that this was not a direction I wanted to go. After witnessing the store manager of the office I was visiting burst into tears after getting chewed out by someone at the corporate office, and finding out the company's policies in wanting to keep the loans constantly renewed, basically leading to them being able to keep making money while keeping people in debt, it just wasn't something I could participate in.

I love Office Team. I visited this staffing agency on Thursday, and they actually treated me with respect, as someone who has good office skills and has something to offer an employer and should be fairly compensated in return. I scored above 95% on all the skills tests they gave me, Word, Excel, typing, data entry, etc. Hallelujah. I wanted to hug the girl I interviewed with. They called me back on Friday with a great prospect in the financial aid dept of a local career college, which I will be going to interview for on Monday. I also have an interview on Monday with a shipping company that needs help in their accounting dept. (Thanks, James!)

Tuesday was the 2nd official OB appointment. As I'm only just over 12 weeks now, it was pretty standard stuff, just running my vitals and weighing me (oh joy). Dr. Mitchell used a doppler to try to listen for a heartbeat, as they can pick one up as early as 10 weeks, but it was a no-go. He said it was probably still a little early as the baby is still probably sitting low in my abdomen, putting it behind the pelvic bone, and I'm slightly retroverted, so it might be tilted farther back. I'm also sure it didn't help that I have some "cushioning" in my belly which could probably block the sound. :) But, we did schedule the ultrasound for May 8, so I'll be really excited to see that. Hopefully the big "Boy or Girl?" question will be answered, because as much as I admire those people who want to go old school and wait to be surprised and see what it is when it's born, I just don't have that much patience in this situation. I would rather be prepared.

Last night was Janessa's wedding, which was super fun. Rick had a colleague cover his on-call so we could at least be there for the ceremony and most of the traditional reception events. The wedding was BEAUTIFUL, physically and emotionally. Janessa and her merry maids were gorgeous in their dresses, and I had major hair envy. They looked great. It was so touching to see Jeff & Janessa gaze at each other so lovingly that Jeff missed his first cue when the minister said, "Repeat after me..." They had a beautiful classy reception with GOOD food, and the best man made a nice toast. Good times with good friends as Rick & I sat with Megan & Rusty, Jon & Suze, and the solo Mr. Babler, as his wife was one of the beautiful bridesmaids with lots of wedding day duties, but she popped over to say hi during dinner. Thank goodness I had a pocket pack of Kleenex in my purse. With good times and bad, I'm having kind of a weepy week. Hooray, hormones!