Well, I got offered the job I was interviewing for. (ETA: I mentioned it in my epic post but it may have gotten lost. This isn't the Redi Wip factory, it's a QC lab for a place that makes motor oil. They are looking for an analytical chemist and oh look, I have one right here! Not a six week assignment but an actual, real job. I've interviewed there twice and I absolutely love the lab) No surprise there, because I am smart, talented, and witty so any lab in their right mind would want me to work for them. I've been making phone calls all morning, which if you know me you know that's a big deal (phone calls are right up there with sharks). Still haven't decided if I'm going to take it or not because sweet monkey fritters, childcare is expensive! However, the cost of psychiatric care may actually be higher... Don't get me wrong, I absolutely believe in the value of being a stay-at-home mom. (If I do take the job, my plan is to go for a year and then re-evaluate things. I definitely don't plan on working forever, and I do still want one more baby!) But it's just... barely... possible that they have stepped on my last nerve and I don't want to end up a newspaper headline: "Suburban Mother Actually Explodes. I didn't know a human being could spontaneously combust! said one stunned neighbor." I mean, can you imagine trying to clean up after that?
Oh, and I just typed this whole post one-handed. Just to show you how awesome I am. You should see me with a viscometer and an ICP...
is TOLERATION even a word?
6 years ago