Man, has it been this long since I updated?
2nd interview at Comcast went well. Met with a guy named Andy Dix. He requested some of my writing samples and made me pick a shape from these choices: A square, a circle, a triangle, and a squiggely line. Thank goodness for my art classes.
I chose a circle, recalling the symbolism of the other shapes:
Square: structure, rigidity
Triangle: Conflict
Squiggely: Disorder.
Circle: Harmony
I've emailed off the writing samples with a thank-you note, and he suggested that they might be ready to make their candidate an offer in the next week to week and a half. I'm not holding my breath for this or the FFF job - who knows, in a month I may still be sitting in this very spot and feeling better about it.
Incidentally, Trev has a 2nd interview at the place he interviewed at before Thanksgiving on Friday. He hasn't really had any other worthwhile leads, so we're hoping this one at least gets worked out, and if he doesn't like it, he can keep looking.
In non job related news, My new friend Heather passed the bong and we all took a hit on her fave new obsession, Geocaching. It's your modern day scavenger hunt, with a suprisingly large number of 'caches' in our area, so be sure and look for yours. GPS coordinates are given if you have a GPS to use (which proves really helpful sometimes, not so much in others), a map and clues, as well. 'Caches' are little containers, they hold small items - you leave one and take one, and sign the note pad telling who you are and anything you'd like to share about finding it. There's also a log on the website that you can sign and give info about the find, as well. I'm still a newbie, but Heather has me addicted! It's a great way to get outside and be active and also seems to be a great family event.
On this weekends outing, we headed for one that must have been a bit out of town. Our fearless leader Heather decided to take a short cut through a corn field that was far too soft to support her little jeepy vehicle. She sunk after about 10 feet, and we spent the next hour or so laughing, dancing to her car radio, drinking the imitation bailey's that Chris brought, and trying to think like Mcgyver in dislodging her vehicle. All our shit digging, trash stealing and board laying efforts were fruitless, and then a cop stopped out, probably called by the really unhelpful home owners in the house behind us. A fabulous situation, you see: blaring stereo, dancing young folks with liquor on their breath. Seriously Officer. We didn't do this on purpose. The cop listened to Heather's explanation, and literally did not say a word, until about a half an hour later, a friendly farmer named Todd came around with a truck to tow her out. The cops advice in leaving was 'In all seriousness, don't do this again.' Thanks for letting us know, Mister. We really had no idea that this was a bad idea until you told us. In fact, we'll make sure to let everyone know that our plans to pull this off again next weekend are off. Wiseass.
If any of you decide to take this up, please let me know. It's a super fun (and free!) thing to do!
If you're still reading, thanks. I'm trying to occupy my mind with new things to do, to take my mind off the worry that we'll lose the house. My husband went out and purchased Worlds of Warcraft and I pretty much haven't seen him since. He's been doing some stuff around the house while I'm at work but I'm mostly really lonely and his confidence is beat from the whole job situation, so he's not being very agressive at finding a job. The whole situation is just bad, and I'm tired of babysitting. I know being home is great and the time does fly, but I love this house. I don't want to lose it.
2nd interview at Comcast went well. Met with a guy named Andy Dix. He requested some of my writing samples and made me pick a shape from these choices: A square, a circle, a triangle, and a squiggely line. Thank goodness for my art classes.
I chose a circle, recalling the symbolism of the other shapes:
Square: structure, rigidity
Triangle: Conflict
Squiggely: Disorder.
Circle: Harmony
I've emailed off the writing samples with a thank-you note, and he suggested that they might be ready to make their candidate an offer in the next week to week and a half. I'm not holding my breath for this or the FFF job - who knows, in a month I may still be sitting in this very spot and feeling better about it.
Incidentally, Trev has a 2nd interview at the place he interviewed at before Thanksgiving on Friday. He hasn't really had any other worthwhile leads, so we're hoping this one at least gets worked out, and if he doesn't like it, he can keep looking.
In non job related news, My new friend Heather passed the bong and we all took a hit on her fave new obsession, Geocaching. It's your modern day scavenger hunt, with a suprisingly large number of 'caches' in our area, so be sure and look for yours. GPS coordinates are given if you have a GPS to use (which proves really helpful sometimes, not so much in others), a map and clues, as well. 'Caches' are little containers, they hold small items - you leave one and take one, and sign the note pad telling who you are and anything you'd like to share about finding it. There's also a log on the website that you can sign and give info about the find, as well. I'm still a newbie, but Heather has me addicted! It's a great way to get outside and be active and also seems to be a great family event.
On this weekends outing, we headed for one that must have been a bit out of town. Our fearless leader Heather decided to take a short cut through a corn field that was far too soft to support her little jeepy vehicle. She sunk after about 10 feet, and we spent the next hour or so laughing, dancing to her car radio, drinking the imitation bailey's that Chris brought, and trying to think like Mcgyver in dislodging her vehicle. All our shit digging, trash stealing and board laying efforts were fruitless, and then a cop stopped out, probably called by the really unhelpful home owners in the house behind us. A fabulous situation, you see: blaring stereo, dancing young folks with liquor on their breath. Seriously Officer. We didn't do this on purpose. The cop listened to Heather's explanation, and literally did not say a word, until about a half an hour later, a friendly farmer named Todd came around with a truck to tow her out. The cops advice in leaving was 'In all seriousness, don't do this again.' Thanks for letting us know, Mister. We really had no idea that this was a bad idea until you told us. In fact, we'll make sure to let everyone know that our plans to pull this off again next weekend are off. Wiseass.
If any of you decide to take this up, please let me know. It's a super fun (and free!) thing to do!
If you're still reading, thanks. I'm trying to occupy my mind with new things to do, to take my mind off the worry that we'll lose the house. My husband went out and purchased Worlds of Warcraft and I pretty much haven't seen him since. He's been doing some stuff around the house while I'm at work but I'm mostly really lonely and his confidence is beat from the whole job situation, so he's not being very agressive at finding a job. The whole situation is just bad, and I'm tired of babysitting. I know being home is great and the time does fly, but I love this house. I don't want to lose it.
fieldofdepth:
what is this geocaching you speak of?? please to tell more.
fieldofdepth:
sounds very cool i'm gonna check it out 
thanks
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