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Dec. 5th, 2014 04:56 pmHello new friends! I haven't had much of a chance to check my LJ feed in a while, so bear with me as I catch up on reading.
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I had another job interview yesterday. It went kind of like this:
Actually, it was nothing like that. It's a small architectural firm in Newark, similar to the one I was at a year and a half ago. The interview went well. It looks like they are interested, except... they are asking me to provide a sample of a new-construction project that I had done in the past. And of all the samples of work I did think to take, almost all of my samples were of interior retrofits. So now I have to go back to my old job from 1 1/2 years ago, and ask them for some of my old work. Hopefully, they will let me have the drawings. Also, since the job is in downtown Newark, driving to work is not an option because parking is not provided, and I would have to pay beaucoup buck to park in a deck. If I take this job, I will most likely have to commute by bus.
That said, since I called my old job, my contact there is going to ask around and see if they would be interested in hiring me back. This is good, because it gives me another potential job opportunity. Having my old job back would also be good, because they were nice at that office. I would have to insist on a higher salary, though. We all did what we had to do during the Great Recession, but times are better now. I have to insist on a higher salary, to match what I made at my last job.
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My mom noticed I was trembling on Thanksgiving. When I saw her on Saturday, she asked me about it. Then that snowballed into "You take so many pills," and then an angry "you've gained too much weight," and then screaming "you really need to start taking care of yourself." I"m glad that I became skilled at defending myself against her. She isn't wrong, per se, but I will not be subject to insane angry fits. As if I don't realize that I'm 50 pounds heavier than I was four years ago, and that I am getting regular checkups and naggings from my doctor. I'm not an idiot. I appreciate my mom's concern, but she's going to have to learn a little tact before I let her care about me.
At least I'm doing something about my mental health issues.
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I had another job interview yesterday. It went kind of like this:
Actually, it was nothing like that. It's a small architectural firm in Newark, similar to the one I was at a year and a half ago. The interview went well. It looks like they are interested, except... they are asking me to provide a sample of a new-construction project that I had done in the past. And of all the samples of work I did think to take, almost all of my samples were of interior retrofits. So now I have to go back to my old job from 1 1/2 years ago, and ask them for some of my old work. Hopefully, they will let me have the drawings. Also, since the job is in downtown Newark, driving to work is not an option because parking is not provided, and I would have to pay beaucoup buck to park in a deck. If I take this job, I will most likely have to commute by bus.
That said, since I called my old job, my contact there is going to ask around and see if they would be interested in hiring me back. This is good, because it gives me another potential job opportunity. Having my old job back would also be good, because they were nice at that office. I would have to insist on a higher salary, though. We all did what we had to do during the Great Recession, but times are better now. I have to insist on a higher salary, to match what I made at my last job.
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My mom noticed I was trembling on Thanksgiving. When I saw her on Saturday, she asked me about it. Then that snowballed into "You take so many pills," and then an angry "you've gained too much weight," and then screaming "you really need to start taking care of yourself." I"m glad that I became skilled at defending myself against her. She isn't wrong, per se, but I will not be subject to insane angry fits. As if I don't realize that I'm 50 pounds heavier than I was four years ago, and that I am getting regular checkups and naggings from my doctor. I'm not an idiot. I appreciate my mom's concern, but she's going to have to learn a little tact before I let her care about me.
At least I'm doing something about my mental health issues.
