Saturday, August 09, 2003
Yesterday was insane. 3 interviews in one day. 2 hours each! I got up at 4am and got home eventually at 8:30PM.
The end of the day was great though--I had dinner with some girlfriends and G, my husband, and lil Mojo. It was so amazing to just sit and chat with friends. It had been far too long. We had a couple glasses of chardonney each ($39.50 for the 6 glasses, should have gotten a bottle --whew!) along with some yummy asian cuisine--calamari with horseradish breading, chicken stuffed pot-stickers, orange-chicken, california rolls...after no eating out for the last 3 months, I was in heaven.
G laughed after we got home, commenting that men never talk to one another like that. When asked about her new boyfriend, C said, "oh, we fight all the time, but we've been together 9 months so something must be working." That launched us into a discussion of whether the fighting was "always about the same thing" or just the "same dynamic". And whether or not she felt that she was reserved from relationships out here because her family is on the east coast. Later, we gave advice to her about buying a house, which amounted to "its your decision, but here's all the things you should consider." [can you imagine, 26 years old on a 45-50k salary buying a 219K house--scary! G and I paid 182K for our house on two salaries and we are strapped going back to one salary] We talked about how sad we were that K is leaving for San Diego an how we all wished we had made more of an effort to see one another frequently. Spending time with girlfriends is so important. We are all moving up and on in careers, funny how fast life goes by.
G said, "I don't even know what arguments having the same 'dynamic' means," and I laughed saying I didn't know either :0
I think that I'll take the position at RPM. I get the best feeling from them. They are family friendly, flexible schedule--and best of all, it ties in perfectly with my future law career and I may be able to go to law school locally and still work for them! I have to admit I'm such a glutton for people courting me with good food. RPM was the only company that took me to lunch, both interviews. They acted the fastest, are willing to meet my salary requirements without batting an eye, and the work is fun and interesting--and I'll have my own office again finally!! It seems so petty of me to bitch about such things, but having gone from Z and Z with total independance, my own huge office, and much respect to Foothill, with shared office space and fighting for respect...it will be so nice to just relax again and have the showy perks. LOL. Of course, the office isn't that nice--a bit cramped and in a not so nice part of town and the commute is going to kill me, but we'll see how it goes. I can't wait to give notice!!
G promises he'll bring Mojo (Phoebe) to me frequently so that it isn't as hard to be away from her all day. I feel sometimes as if I'm slipping into a no-return of letting a huge part of her parenting over to G. That is not a bad thing in a way--he is her father after all. But it scares me in a way that it is so easy for me to hand her to G so that I can get something done. I had a dream last night that I was on an airplane and they had taken Phoebe from me. I knew she was hungry and they wouldn't bring her to me. I woke G up, crying in my sleep. ¶ 8:07 AM
The end of the day was great though--I had dinner with some girlfriends and G, my husband, and lil Mojo. It was so amazing to just sit and chat with friends. It had been far too long. We had a couple glasses of chardonney each ($39.50 for the 6 glasses, should have gotten a bottle --whew!) along with some yummy asian cuisine--calamari with horseradish breading, chicken stuffed pot-stickers, orange-chicken, california rolls...after no eating out for the last 3 months, I was in heaven.
G laughed after we got home, commenting that men never talk to one another like that. When asked about her new boyfriend, C said, "oh, we fight all the time, but we've been together 9 months so something must be working." That launched us into a discussion of whether the fighting was "always about the same thing" or just the "same dynamic". And whether or not she felt that she was reserved from relationships out here because her family is on the east coast. Later, we gave advice to her about buying a house, which amounted to "its your decision, but here's all the things you should consider." [can you imagine, 26 years old on a 45-50k salary buying a 219K house--scary! G and I paid 182K for our house on two salaries and we are strapped going back to one salary] We talked about how sad we were that K is leaving for San Diego an how we all wished we had made more of an effort to see one another frequently. Spending time with girlfriends is so important. We are all moving up and on in careers, funny how fast life goes by.
G said, "I don't even know what arguments having the same 'dynamic' means," and I laughed saying I didn't know either :0
I think that I'll take the position at RPM. I get the best feeling from them. They are family friendly, flexible schedule--and best of all, it ties in perfectly with my future law career and I may be able to go to law school locally and still work for them! I have to admit I'm such a glutton for people courting me with good food. RPM was the only company that took me to lunch, both interviews. They acted the fastest, are willing to meet my salary requirements without batting an eye, and the work is fun and interesting--and I'll have my own office again finally!! It seems so petty of me to bitch about such things, but having gone from Z and Z with total independance, my own huge office, and much respect to Foothill, with shared office space and fighting for respect...it will be so nice to just relax again and have the showy perks. LOL. Of course, the office isn't that nice--a bit cramped and in a not so nice part of town and the commute is going to kill me, but we'll see how it goes. I can't wait to give notice!!
G promises he'll bring Mojo (Phoebe) to me frequently so that it isn't as hard to be away from her all day. I feel sometimes as if I'm slipping into a no-return of letting a huge part of her parenting over to G. That is not a bad thing in a way--he is her father after all. But it scares me in a way that it is so easy for me to hand her to G so that I can get something done. I had a dream last night that I was on an airplane and they had taken Phoebe from me. I knew she was hungry and they wouldn't bring her to me. I woke G up, crying in my sleep. ¶ 8:07 AM
