You know, I had a job interview at a pharmaceutical company back in February that I can't stop thinking about.
The whole time the interviewers (and there were two sets, and two interviews) had poker faces, so I couldn't tell if I did well or answered their questions right or not. But there was one question they asked me that I could have answered waaaaay better, and I can't stop thinking about how dumb my answer was, and what I should have said, etc.
It's stupid, really, because I didn't want the job anyway. I mean, it's in Salt Lake, and while my commute now is 20 minutes on a bad day, it took me 45 minutes to get down there not during rush hour. Also, the issue I have been trying to resolve at my current job wouldn't have been resolved to my satisfaction, so the whole thing ended up being a waste of time and money (I had to buy a suit for the interview, because my wardrobe consists of jeans and tee shirts).
The whole interview process got me thinking, though, and feeling terrible, because I'm just like that. If I were to get another interview at a different company, one closer to me with better potential for my happiness and stability, I don't know that I'd do well, either. I passed the HR interview in February with flying colors, I'm sure, because DAMN am I charming, but the chemists' interview...didn't go so well. Part of the problem is they weren't asking me questions about my current job and skills, but about things I did years and years and years ago, and of course I'm not going to remember everything from college because not only has it been almost six years, but my brain has also melted into a pool of psychotropic drugs and brain goo. But I can't exactly explain to an interviewer, "Hey, I'm bipolar, and my medication makes it hard for me to remember things" because OH BOY does that sound horrible and who knows what their views on mental illness are, and then of course they'd question my ability to actually do the job (which I'd be fabulous at, by the way, because I'm damn good in a lab, regardless of what I can't remember from six years ago).
Anyway, it got me thinking about everything, the whole situation, and the job I have now, and I realized: I don't want to leave this job. I really don't. And I don't think I could handle another interview situation with another company. The whole process was very stressful for me. So, I'm probably going to stay right here. Where I'm mostly happy and very, very comfortable.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
My Two Poor Babies
I just wanted to check in and share a few bits of news.
First of all, Scott broke his foot. We have NO IDEA how it happened, but the doctor said that it was about four months ago, based on the x-rays.
He had been having some foot pain for quite some time, and when it started to get really bad and he felt a grinding inside his foot, he went to the Doctor, who said that he didn't think it was broken, but they'd take x-rays anyway just to be sure. They took four, all at different angles, and as the doctor was perusing them, he looked at each one and said, "Yep, not broken" until he got to the fourth one, when he said "Oh...".
Apparently there is a little bone at the base of his big toe that had broken into two pieces (somehow) and then healed itself...in two separate pieces. Kwiddens had something similar happen, and she had surgery to fix the problem, and they ended up putting metal plates in her foot to get the bones to heal back together. I suppose for some reason this wasn't an option for Scott's break, so there's nothing to be done about it AT ALL except to put an insert in his shoe to cushion it.
And the next bit of news: POOR BUSTER. Scott left for work yesterday and everything was fine. Then he realized he had forgotten something, turned around and headed back home, and walked into the house to find Buster, as happy to see Scott as ever, with blood gushing from his eye. Scott thought he'd better take him to the vet to make sure his eye wasn't damaged. The vet was in surgery, so we had to wait for him to take a look...that was a long couple of hours, just waiting for news. Anyway, it turns out his eye is fine, but there's a big scrape where he lost a lot of skin and a bit of flesh, and we still can't for the life of us figure out how in the hell it happened. I mean, we looked all over the house at all the corners and sharp surfaces and there was no blood or fur anywhere.
Anyway, he's mostly fine. We just have to give him antibiotics and put some ointment on it twice a day, and he should heal up just fine. It's still sad, though. Poor baby.
So that's the latest news from the Walker house. Other than these unfortunate incidents, everything is mostly okay.
First of all, Scott broke his foot. We have NO IDEA how it happened, but the doctor said that it was about four months ago, based on the x-rays.
He had been having some foot pain for quite some time, and when it started to get really bad and he felt a grinding inside his foot, he went to the Doctor, who said that he didn't think it was broken, but they'd take x-rays anyway just to be sure. They took four, all at different angles, and as the doctor was perusing them, he looked at each one and said, "Yep, not broken" until he got to the fourth one, when he said "Oh...".
Apparently there is a little bone at the base of his big toe that had broken into two pieces (somehow) and then healed itself...in two separate pieces. Kwiddens had something similar happen, and she had surgery to fix the problem, and they ended up putting metal plates in her foot to get the bones to heal back together. I suppose for some reason this wasn't an option for Scott's break, so there's nothing to be done about it AT ALL except to put an insert in his shoe to cushion it.
And the next bit of news: POOR BUSTER. Scott left for work yesterday and everything was fine. Then he realized he had forgotten something, turned around and headed back home, and walked into the house to find Buster, as happy to see Scott as ever, with blood gushing from his eye. Scott thought he'd better take him to the vet to make sure his eye wasn't damaged. The vet was in surgery, so we had to wait for him to take a look...that was a long couple of hours, just waiting for news. Anyway, it turns out his eye is fine, but there's a big scrape where he lost a lot of skin and a bit of flesh, and we still can't for the life of us figure out how in the hell it happened. I mean, we looked all over the house at all the corners and sharp surfaces and there was no blood or fur anywhere.
Anyway, he's mostly fine. We just have to give him antibiotics and put some ointment on it twice a day, and he should heal up just fine. It's still sad, though. Poor baby.
So that's the latest news from the Walker house. Other than these unfortunate incidents, everything is mostly okay.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Babette for ME! In PINK!
My favorite colors are pinks and purples.
When I made Mim her Babette, I loved making it so much that I wanted to make another, and since I hadn't made myself a blanket EVER, I decided it ought to be for me.
Well, I finally finished it last week!
Here it is, spread out on the couch:
I am so very, very happy with how it turned out. It's huge and snuggly and nice and warm, which is everything a fabulous blanket should be.
When I made Mim her Babette, I loved making it so much that I wanted to make another, and since I hadn't made myself a blanket EVER, I decided it ought to be for me.
Well, I finally finished it last week!
Here it is, spread out on the couch:
I am so very, very happy with how it turned out. It's huge and snuggly and nice and warm, which is everything a fabulous blanket should be.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
It Doesn't Have A Name Yet
Last week we had a little car trouble adventure.
It all started Monday morning, when the check engine light came on in my Focus. CRAP. We just replaced a part in January, so this was annoying. Anyway, I left work early to take it in and O'Reilly helped us plug in the diagnostic thingy and it said it was the shift solenoid. Since that's a part of the transmission, that wasn't something Scott could fix himself, so we needed to take it in. We found a transmission place in Sunset and took it in. We told them what was wrong and they started to take a look at it. To make a long story short, they tried to con us out of almost $600 just to take it apart and figure out what was wrong, not even to fix the problem. So we took it to a different transmission shop, who said, surprise, surprise, that it was the shift solenoid. $240 to fix, done in one day.
We've been talking for a while about when we planned on getting me a new car (well, newER, anyway)(we'd never buy a brand new car because they depreciate in value way too quickly) and we had decided that later this year after the truck was paid off would be a good time to get a new car. Well, with the recent car troubles we kinda decided that it would be wise to get a new one now rather than later, since the Focus seems to be nickle-and-diming us at this point. We didn't want to spend the money, but it really had to be done.
So, without further ado, I introduce to you the Nissan Versa, in a lovely, dark chocolate color:
This car is little and fun to drive and very, very cute. We haven't measured the gas mileage yet, but supposedly it gets like 35 miles to the gallon (as compared to the Focus, which gets about 30). It has a much quieter engine, so I can actually hear my music while I'm driving without cranking it up so loud my ears start to hurt.
We haven't named it yet, but we still haven't really named the Focus, and we've had it for almost five years.
We're going to keep the Focus for now, since Scott's company may be moving and we don't know how far they would go. Right now they are two miles from our house, so driving the truck to work is just fine, but it only gets 12 miles to the gallon on a good day, so if Scott's company ends up moving to, say, Salt Lake, then we're going to want a commuter car for Scott. If it turns out they don't move or else they move somewhere close, like just to another office here in Layton, then we'll sell the Focus and put some or all of that money onto the loan on the Versa.
It all started Monday morning, when the check engine light came on in my Focus. CRAP. We just replaced a part in January, so this was annoying. Anyway, I left work early to take it in and O'Reilly helped us plug in the diagnostic thingy and it said it was the shift solenoid. Since that's a part of the transmission, that wasn't something Scott could fix himself, so we needed to take it in. We found a transmission place in Sunset and took it in. We told them what was wrong and they started to take a look at it. To make a long story short, they tried to con us out of almost $600 just to take it apart and figure out what was wrong, not even to fix the problem. So we took it to a different transmission shop, who said, surprise, surprise, that it was the shift solenoid. $240 to fix, done in one day.
We've been talking for a while about when we planned on getting me a new car (well, newER, anyway)(we'd never buy a brand new car because they depreciate in value way too quickly) and we had decided that later this year after the truck was paid off would be a good time to get a new car. Well, with the recent car troubles we kinda decided that it would be wise to get a new one now rather than later, since the Focus seems to be nickle-and-diming us at this point. We didn't want to spend the money, but it really had to be done.
So, without further ado, I introduce to you the Nissan Versa, in a lovely, dark chocolate color:
This car is little and fun to drive and very, very cute. We haven't measured the gas mileage yet, but supposedly it gets like 35 miles to the gallon (as compared to the Focus, which gets about 30). It has a much quieter engine, so I can actually hear my music while I'm driving without cranking it up so loud my ears start to hurt.
We haven't named it yet, but we still haven't really named the Focus, and we've had it for almost five years.
We're going to keep the Focus for now, since Scott's company may be moving and we don't know how far they would go. Right now they are two miles from our house, so driving the truck to work is just fine, but it only gets 12 miles to the gallon on a good day, so if Scott's company ends up moving to, say, Salt Lake, then we're going to want a commuter car for Scott. If it turns out they don't move or else they move somewhere close, like just to another office here in Layton, then we'll sell the Focus and put some or all of that money onto the loan on the Versa.
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