przed: (pros mixed doubles gunrange)
It's been a much better day today.

I started off by pulling out of the running of both the questionable jobs. I immediately felt a ton less stressed, which tells me it was completely the right thing to do.

I then made a lightning run up to Parry Sound, arrived just in time to meet Mom and my cousin at the entrance to the hospital. The surgeon saw mom, and assured us that the bruising on her foot was just leftover blood from the surgery draining to the lowest point. It will dissipate soon enough, and mom is doing fine. This is an immense relief. (I'm glad we saw him, since the foot looks pretty alarming. More alarming is the fact that mom, my cousin, and the neighbour who's been checking on mom say the whole thing looked ten times worse yesterday. Yikes!)

I'm actually posting this via the good old Parry Sound Library wireless internet. Apparently they don't bother blocking LJ if you're using your own computer. (Hoorah for my shiny new Mac laptop. It's a beauty.)

Tomorrow I should be back in Toronto, and back doing the whole job search thing. (Though I'm thinking a repeat matinee viewing of Sherlock Holmes is in order. I really need to get a Holmes icon uploaded.)

Sigh

Jan. 18th, 2010 09:40 pm
przed: (dalgliesh headdesk by agentxpndble)
So, it's been a crazy day.

Did one interview, for job requiring stupid amounts of travel. Am pretty much thinking it's a bad idea to proceed to the next round of interviews.

Did second face-to-face interview for a job writing technical papers on risk management for a bank. On the plus side, I'd be working very closely with a good friend from uni. On the minus side, the document they gave me to critique as part of the interview made me lose the will to live. I somehow don't think I'd be happy doing this one. (Went out for coffee with the friend who recommended me, and he says my writing samples are far and away the best they've seen, and he's convinced I can do the job, but still...)

Talked to mom this evening. All is not well. She woke up with her foot quite bruised, and it looks like she'll be going to see the surgeon tomorrow afternoon. (One of my oldest friends, who happens to be a nurse, talked to her today, and convinced her that yes, she should "bother" the surgeon and go see him.) At the Sweetie's urging, I think I'll be making a flying trip up north to make sure I get the full scoop on what's going on.

Agenda for the rest of the evening:

  • Create application packages for the four jobs I was going to work on tomorrow
  • Finally set up the shiny new laptop that is still sitting, neglected, in its box
  • Pack
  • przed: (dalgliesh headdesk by agentxpndble)
    Talked to my mom last night. Here's an excerpt of that conversation.

    Mom: I did my own dishes today.
    Me: What?!
    Mom: I was talking to Ida. She had her knee done last year, and she said she did her own dishes. I figured if she could do it, so could I.
    Me: Oh dear god...

    At least she seems not to have done any damage. And I suppose more activity isn't a bad thing. As long as she doesn't do anything too, um, dumb.

    In other news, I've just completed my first phone interview this morning. The job sounds interesting, but they're pretty adamant that I be willing to fully commit to the 75% to 100% travel thing. And when I asked if that meant I wouldn't be home on weekends, the best the HR person could come up with was "Let's assume you'll be home weekends." Not comforting.

    I have to get back to the interviewer tomorrow with my decision on whether I want to go forward with the interview process. I'm trying to weigh the "I want a job!" panic against the desire to actually see my daughter grow up. ::sigh::
    przed: (li'l me mad men style)
    I have returned from the north country, after a successful journey helping my mom deal with total knee replacement surgery.

    The surgery went swimmingly. I did wonder, since they took her into the operating room at 8:30 a.m. on Monday, after assuring me they'd let me know when she was out, and I still hadn't heard anything after 1:00 p.m. So I finally left the family waiting room, trucked over to the surgical unit, and was told, "oh, she's been out for ages." They just forgot to tell me she was done, even after my mom reminded them. ::sigh::

    They let me go into recovery for a few minutes since they were still waiting for a room, which is where I found Mom, sitting up, looking perky, except for the honking great bandage wrapped around her knee. She swore she was in no pain, and felt fine. And she kept swearing she felt no pain for most of her stay in hospital. (The surgical nurse told the ward nurse that Mom is, and I quote, "a tough cookie." They don't know the half of it.)

    The Momster was up and walking the day after surgery, and surprised the physiotherapists at how well she was doing. (The PT said that Mom has inspired her to stop making snap judgments. She was dreading having to deal with an 80-year-old patient, my mom, but it turns out the woman in her fifties across the hall has been the problem child.) Mom still says she's not in much pain, except when doing her exercises.

    I took her home on Thursday, and she's doing well getting around the house on her own. (She kept threatening to help with the dishes. I kept threatening to tell her surgeon if she tried.) She's got a freezer full of food, neighbours who are going to look in on her, and looks to be on her way to full recovery.

    Alas, I couldn't post while I was up north. While I did manage to use the local library's computers most days, apparently the Parry Sound librarians consider Livejournal a bastion of "Adult Content" and have restricted access to it. If I still lived there--which let's just say is never, EVER going to happen--I'd be getting on the board of the library and fighting censorship. (Weirdly, their Net Nanny (TM) software did let me respond to comments. I just couldn't post a new entry.)

    Next task: prepping for the two interviews I have on Monday. Added challenge: I'm not keen on either position. One is for a tech writing position in a financial institution that looks to be dead boring. (At least I'd be working with a very good friend from uni.) One is for an actual technical training position that looks to be interesting, except that it requires 75% to 100% travel. Even with the most understanding spouse in the world, which I pretty much have, that's gotta be grim. (I've set myself minimum conditions under which I'd take that one, and let's just say it involves lots of money, lots of vacation, and written guarantees of how much I'd be on the road.)
    przed: (li'l me mad men style)
    My spotty appearances on LJ are about to become more spotty. I'm off in a few minutes to go up north. My mom is scheduled for knee replacement surgery tomorrow, so I'm going up for a week to help her out, and I'll likely be back and forth up there for the next month or so. Assuming the operation does happen tomorrow. (The hospital apparently has a lack of beds right now, so the surgery may or may not happen. But since there's yet another snow storm coming in tonight, I've got to go up today.)

    The one advantage of being off work right now is I can help out Mom without worrying about how much time I'm taking off. Though I'll still be missing Ros and the Sweetie like crazy.

    Good thoughts on mom's recovery, not to mention the scheduling of the surgery, are welcome.

    I was hoping I wouldn't a bereft of internet and computer while I was up there. I'd ordered a shiny new Apple laptop (my birthday gift from Mom) that should have been here days ago. But the order has been delayed for at least another week. Serves me right for not getting the order in on my birthday, but things have been so hectic that this past week was the first chance I had to get up to the Apple store and check out the various models. So instead, I'll be relying on the computers at the Parry Sound Public Library.

    Have fun while I'm gone. And let me know if anything interesting happens.

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