The Mom Chronicles
Jan. 18th, 2010 10:08 amTalked 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::
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::
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Date: 2010-01-19 01:54 am (UTC)I think I'm actually going to turn down the job. They pretty much told me the travel is to all parts of North America, remote or not. Considering Ros is now grabbing my hand at bedtime and begging me not to leave, I don't think I want to put her through an absentee mommy.
The second interview also wasn't promising. It's writing financial risk analysis documents, and the one they gave me as a sample to critique made me hyperventilate. (The friend who recommended me for the job is convinced I can do the work, I'm just not sure that I want to.)
Oh, for the perfect job to fall into my lap.