Last Week
We spent last week pretty much the same as the week before. Work, home. Until Thursday. My email inbox delivered a surprise. A recruiter for a publishing company sent along a job to look at. This was nifty. This actually is the first unsolicited offer from any resume just floating out on the intertubes. I won’t go into the gory details but it sounded like a cool deal, a technology editor for textbook software. Mainly making sure it worked and met the right educational goals. Cool.
So I call the lady up and chat a bit. Then the nit and gritty. Pay is bad. Temp. 2 weeks to 2 years. No benefits. Up note is that she claims that just about every one that doesn’t get fired gets hired permanently. Still, I can’t quite run now with a BIG drop in pay (weird saying that considering I am talking teacher salary) without a benefits angle. Gotta have that if we are going to get Christina private next year. The recruiter tells me that it has been open for a long time. Reason being the wonderful offer she has to make, she knows it. But she tells me to apply any way, she’ll hold my resume and push for anything that might pay more. Cool.
Bummed a bit, I relay it to Christina who was way more jumpy than I was. A coworker has a sister working for the same company and confirmed the “hire them all” line. Game plan now is that come summer, if still there I will go for it. I get to have a couple months of paychecks over the summer that overlap and cushion the blow.
All of this is in the context of my finally considering going back to school. I just don’t want to teach any more. Done. Need something new. And with a music ed degree polluting the top of my resume I don’t seem to be getting anywhere
Christina rounds out the week with a bash of a meeting with uppity-ups in the county and manages to piss them all off, at least according to her. Sets up a special welcoming committee for Monday morning at the least. Office politics suck donkey dong.
To soothe her whoas, Christina stops for martinis while I get quality Sam time. Meaning he shakes random toys while I watch. We do run out of formula. Apparently it is needed to keep babies alive. So we head out to the Target. Pick up just the essentials, infant powdered milk, Anchorman and a Chipotle burrito
Christina comes home and we threaten to watch Anchorman but crash on the couch instead.
The Weekend
On Saturday Christina packs the Sam for a trip to story time at the Library. I earn a reprieve and man the fort.
I spend the morning mowing the 7.2 square feet of grass we call the lawn and trying to manage my latest web wonderness into 100 MB. Trying for the the videoblogging thing (sort of) spurred on by the purchase of a camera that I can actually use casually. But I seem to be stuck at an impossible 103.4 MB file size. Bastard size limitations.
Part of the issue is my insistence of using the HD even though I know that it is going to get mangled through the web optimization of [insert any free video hosting site]. Damn it, that is why I bought the camera, gonna use it. Besides, random crap is much funnier when you can see it really, really clear. Never mind that I am the only one that can see it that way.
I strike an impossible pose and manage 96 MB. I hear choruses in the background. 4 minutes is magic I guess, plus not forcing letter boxing seems to work, let them do that. Which to my surprise all that I uploaded to auto-letterboxed. Cool.
File down, I send it up. Using Tubemogul. Dude it rocks but more on that later. Only thing is I fumble through about ten uploads before I get it right. Power settings put things to sleep. Nothing works when its asleep. Ahh.
Christina rolls back in and we spend the day doing housework. Boring. We eventually wonder around a bit at the grocery but end up back at the palace, threatening to watch anchorman but just falling asleep instead.
Sunday was the church thing. Followed by glorious potato pancakes courtesy of Toojays with the Greg and Kathleen crowd.
Back for a nap. But apparently others have plans. We pick up bar stools for the Mogg parentals. Craiglist special. We veg out rest of the Sunday, managing to do nothing memorable or substantial.
Monday
It down lived up to our expectations. Enough said.
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