fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
I usually try to avoid cursing in the blog, not because I don't curse, but because I was raised to be very proper and sometimes when I read others blogs of things that are a little, um, raw (when usually they are not raw), I guess, I flinch a little (ooh, my poor delicate sensibilities). But today, all bets are off.
You know, I have lots of things going on in my life. Interesting things to blog - I have a definite, though still muddled, view of Sarah Palin. Though a clear opinion of the hypocrisy and cynicism of the Republicans. There's the counseling appointment next week, and have I mentioned I'm pregnant lately? And what are we going to name this baby (we have issues! much to blog).
But today, right now, FUCK.
It's not all bad. The part-time job? Finally contacted me today. Yeah! I have an interview! Initially they said they've interview the week of the 8th, decide by the 15th. Great. I want this fucking job. Badly. It could be perfect. So e-mail today? We've had a change in plans. Interviews will now be conducted at our base location, in Boston, on September 29th, please make your travel...blah blah blah.
I do not live in Boston. I will be 32 weeks pregnant on September 29th. Mother of God.
I will be on the hospital table, belly sliced open for my fucking repeat c-section (that I do not want but my body probably has other ideas, which is yet another semi-interesting post I could write if not consumed with this pathetic job hunting saga) and my phone will ring with a job offer at this damn rate.
I had a dream last night I was offered and accepted the science center job, and started the very next day. But my entire first day was filled with me thinking, what the hell? Why did I take this job? What about the part-time thing? Why didn't I ask for a delay in deciding? Why didn't I even tell them I was pregnant? So, thanks sub-conscious, that's two dreams where I've accepted science center and not been happy about it on day 1. So now I have to hope the stupid science center also delays decision making, so I'm not forced to accept a job I apparently don't want, but that would be decent and not bad career-wise.
So now what? I actually have an OB appointment the 29th I have to reschedule, great. The one possible bright side is we have unused miles and vouchers that were going to expire before we could probably use them, my daughter loves Make Way for Ducklings, so maybe this can be a family trip.
32 weeks. Jes.us Chr.ist. That's close to no-fly time. We're starting to get into dicey territory. Do I tell them in advance I'm pregnant? Blargh. Fuck. Shit. DAMMIT. As god is my witness, if I am ever employed again, and ever in the position of having hiring responsibility again, I will never, ever say the absolute bullshit words we're fast-tracking this hire. Mother fucker.
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