Green Eggs and Job Search

I have always heard that the best time to search for a job is while you have one. True, you have some financial padding while you are working, but as the title of this blog suggests, searching for a job takes A LOT of time. So now I am juggling my new job and all of its challenges (by "challenges" I mean ridiculous and unacceptable expectations), my home life when I am home which I never am because I'm on the road so much and when I am home I have other work to do for my company and the rest of the time I am doing laundry or collapsing from exhaustion, keeping in touch with friends and family (thank God for texting and IM and the almighty BLACKBERRY) and SEARCHING FOR A JOB.

I apologize for the long sentence but really, that sums up my life right now. One long, never-ending sentence of stuff that controls me instead of me controlling it. And in case you didn't know, I am a CONTROL FREAK. (I hear the sound of my husband's head bobbing up and down like a bobble head as he reads this.)

I am home today and tomorrow but hit the road again Wednesday night. It may not be the "best time" to search for a job as the saying goes, but have laptop, will job search.

In my house,
In the car,
On the road,
Maybe at a bar,
I do not like the job search scam,
I do not like it Sam-I-am.


P.S. DID YOU KNOW THAT DR. SUESS'S FIRST BOOK WAS REJECTED 27 TIMES BEFORE BEING PUBLISHED? PERHAPS THAT IS HIS GREATEST GIFT TO US ALL.

September in July

You may or may not watch American Idol. Either way, I'm guessing you've heard of Daughtry. I have been a fan since Chris Daughtry's audition was shown on Idol, when he was wearing the straw cowboy hat.

Even if I didn't find him sexy (my husband is aware), I think his voice is like warm syrup oozing all over . . .

Sorry.

His story is really something. He worked as a Service Advisor at a Honda dealership, auditioned for Idol and made it to Hollywood, quickly became a fan favorite, was shocked along with the rest of the country when he came in 4th. But we all found out that coming in second may be like kissing your sister, but coming in 4th can propel you into massive success.

Even if we knew none of this, the music would speak for itself. Click HERE to enjoy his latest song and video, September. You'll have to endure a quick commercial first, but hang in there.

It's not everyday you get to see someone live their dream.

Clicking My Heels Like Dorothy On Speed

I am the girl who never ever is ready to come home from a trip. Sure, in past positions, on a business trip, I'd get tired and need the kind of rest you can only get in your own bed in your own home.

But normally, I love to travel and am never quite ready to return to home. This week, however, let me tell you this.

There is no place, absolutely positively no place, like HOME.

Bubblicious

This is my third night on the road and all I can think about is getting back home tomorrow. It is inconceivable that it's only Wednesday night; it feels like I've been gone for 2 weeks! The hotels I stayed in the last two nights had no tub, just a shower. Big problem.

I am a bath fan. Love them, love them, love them. I know you either love them or hate them and I love them. I know even if you love them, as I do, you may not like the idea of sitting in a bathtub where many have sat before. Actually, now that I've put it like that, I'm having some issues myself.

But I can get past them. Because I can fill the tub as high and as many times as I want. And I can lay in that tub until I am one big pruney Sister Rain. I can take a drink and a book with me or just lay back and enjoy the bubbles. The bubbles are the first thing, by the way, that go into the suitcase.

There's no laptop or deadline or co-worker in there with me.

Just me, my bubbles and I.

Is This Gonna Show On My Hotel Bill?

There is something so inappropriate about sitting in a hotel room that the company is paying for, on a business trip, using the company laptop and the company wireless card, to search for a new job.

And yet it gives me great pleasure.

Is that wrong?

The Pearly Gates . . . Of Border's???

When I was helping my friend organize her house, we went to the Container Store. I told her, and I was as serious as a heart attack, that this was my idea of Heaven. Rows and rows of hard bins, the smell of plastic in the air, BLISS!

I'm going to have to amend my interpretation of the perfect afterworld. Over the weekend I was in Border's bookstore. I love, love, love to read and although I don't purchase many books -- I am a library girl through and through -- I love to see what's new and what's quirky and basically just check everything out. One of my husband and my favorite things to do on the weekend is go to Border's. We say goodbye at the door and eventually find each other later.

I needed a greeting card while we were there today so I headed to the card section. As I was walking with purpose in that direction, I noticed a display of books out of the corner of my eye and that was it for the card. I have heard people say they get distracted by something shiny, but my distraction comes from a pretty picture on the front of a book or a catchy, clever title calling out to me in a bold font.

I guess we all have our idea of Heaven. Luckily I don't have to wait until I die to experience mine.

No Propofol, Just Friday

DISCLAIMER:
TO ANY POTENTIAL EMPLOYERS WHO MIGHT BE READING THIS. I "EXAGGERATE" FOR MY ART, FOR MY BLOG. SHOULD YOU HIRE ME, I WOULD BE AN EXEMPLARY EMPLOYEE. NO MATTER WHAT THE DAY OF THE WEEK. EXCEPT THOSE ENDING IN "Y".

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I have decided that Friday's are like a numbing agent; like the topical spray the podiatrist uses on your toe before he digs out an ingrown. Or the Anbesol you put on a mouth ulcer. Hypothetically of course. No ingrowns or ulcers here . . .

Fridays take the edge off the work day and cause everyone to have a "devil may care" attitude. You know how hard you work to get everything done before you leave for a week's vacation? Fridays are the opposite.

If it's not done, it'll get done on Monday. If it's brainstorming and fresh ideas you're looking for, see me on Monday. Co-workers who have been snipping, glaring and complaining about each other all week can go to lunch with a group and not kill each other (no, I will not name names).

I normally go by the credo by the great philosopher, Tim McGraw*: "Live Like You Were Dying". But on Fridays, I live by: "Why do on Friday what you can do on Monday?"

Have a great weekend and if you don't get to it Monday, there's always Tuesday. Or Wednesday. You get the idea.




* By "great philosopher" I mean a philosopher who wears jeans like no other.