I’ve been home now for a little more than a month. The last time I was off work this long was when I had my hysterectomy back in 2007.
The dogs don’t understand why I’m home all the time . . . but they are grateful for the extra attention . . . and extra cookies . . .
I’m getting a little bored . . . there are only so many applications you can fill in one day.
I need to work on my “Honey Do” list of projects around the house.
I need to get moving on the cross stitch project I’m working on as a wedding gift for my niece. She’s getting married in a little more than a month and I’ve barely gotten started on it. Ugh.
I have an ever growing pile of books that I could/should be reading . . .
I’ve discovered that unemployment brings out the same “oh you poor thing” response that I heard so many times right after Prince Charming died. I have actually laughed at people who give me the “oh you poor thing” and “You are in my prayers” speech. I’ve started responding with the “Oh, shit, this is nothing. I’ve survived WAY worse than this. I’m going to be just fine thankyouverymuch.” and I enjoy the wide eyed reaction . . . yea, I’m going to hell for that . . .
I’ve had more than a few “thank you but we’ve chosen someone else” responses to applications. I’ve had a couple of interviews that seem promising. It’s not as bleak as I thought it was going to be.
I’m trying to figure out a response to “where do you see yourself in five years” question. Hell, I’m still trying to figure out the widow thing and now you want me to have a five year career plan . . . my career plan is to find a stable job and make enough money to pay the bills for the next 12 years until I can retire . . . but I can’t say any of that to an interviewer . . . can I?
A friend told me today that I should accept this time off as a gift and enjoy it . . . I’m trying really hard to follow that advice . . .
But we all know I’m a worry wart and won’t . . .