"I want, I want, I want ... but that's crazy"

Friday, April 24, 2009

I got the job!

I promised I'd tell about the job once it was decided. Today, I got the job. :)

A few weeks ago I was in my editor's office, and while looking through the paper he noticed an ad for the editor's position at one of our sister newspapers. The next day I asked him what he thought of the idea of me applying for the position. I was nervous - I tend to underestimate my own qualifications (though not my abilities). I realized that I was as qualified, if not more, than other editors in our group have been, so I decided to go for it.

A couple of weeks later I got a call from the publisher at the other paper asking for a phone interview. He said they'd received dozens of applicants, and from those they'd narrowed down the group and would do phone interviews to get down to a final three or four. The phone interview went well, but at that time, he told me that the senior reporter at that paper had applied for the position as well. That made me REALLY nervous. Not only would she have the advantage in getting the position, but if she DIDN'T and I did, I could be facing a hostile atmosphere from day one.

I got the call to come in for an interview in person, but that was postponed twice because the publisher's mother was hospitalized. Meanwhile, my editor was telling me that he'd spoken very highly of me, and he was giving me his full backing. He also let me in on the fact that it was down to three - me, the senior reporter and some guy from Montana. Well, he got word later that the guy from Montana was basically out of the running, when the publisher told him he'd heard something "disturbing" about him from a coworker.

So I finally got my interview in person on Tuesday this week. Tuesday evening, the senior reporter called me and asked me to come in to meet her Thursday. Wednesday the publisher called me and said that he'd set up the meeting with the senior reporter because he felt it would be good for us to get to know each other - "since you might be working together soon."

Thursday, I went in to meet with her. I got a very good impression of her right from the start. She told me that she'd been offered the editor's position, but they still wanted me, so they decided to also create a managing editor's position. It's all the things I WANTED to be doing - writing, editing, setting up the news budget, making assignments - without all the corporate and administrative stuff that I DIDN'T want to do. So it's almost like the job was tailor-made for me.

I spent the evening coming up with a number. If they could give me that much, I'd take it. They called me in today and offered it to me, at even a little higher than my minimum number. So I signed. I start next week. :)

Flashback Friday - Your Love

It's Flashback Friday with The Outfield's Your Love!

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

There's a storm, all right

This video was produced as a response to the NOM Gathering Storm commercial. I'm not linking to it. You can Google it if you're interested.

It's not about special rights - it's about equal rights.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Flashback Friday - The Stroke

This soooooo rocked back in the day! It's Billy Squier's The Stroke!!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Still on hold

My job interview had been rescheduled for today, but I got a call from the publisher this morning telling me that he couldn't be there - again. He said he'd considered having me talk to some of the other managers there, but he didn't think that would be fair to me - and I agree. So I'll wait for it to be rescheduled again. Maybe it's a good thing. With these false starts, my apprehension is lessening, and it's possible that it could even work in my favor. I wonder if the other finalists are facing the same thing?

Not having my interview allowed me to be stress-free today, so I got to watch both of my football games simultaneously. I'm getting better at that. I watched the Barca/Bayern game without sound, because it was in Spanish, in one window, while Liverpool/Chelsea played in the window next to it. Bayern managed to pull out a 1-1 finish, knocking them out of the Champions League tourney, but saving face a little after that dreadful 4-0 loss in the first leg. My Luca played his little heart out, and I got two nice long looks at his very lovely thigh, so that made it worth the challenge of watching both. (News stories from the match seem to have been very unkind to Luca Toni today. I didn't get the impression they got at all.)

The Chelsea match was INCREDIBLE though! Wow! What a nail-biter! (I was, at one point, literally biting my nails.) A 4-4 finish was enough to put Chelsea through to the semi-finals, but Liverpool certainly didn't make it easy for them. I shudder to think what might have happened had Stephen Gerrard been on the pitch for 'pool. Being a Man Utd fan, I REALLY don't like Liverpool, but I've got to admit, he is good. Damn good.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Housework can be hazardous to your health

I had planned to spend last weekend cleaning the house, but when I got distracted by a friend overseas and got into a 10-hour long conversation, housework kinda fell by the wayside. Well, there were no distractions this weekend, so the kids and I got to work - and all did not go smoothly.

Gin was transferring clothes from the washer to the dryer, but short stuff couldn't quite reach everything, so she decided to climb up onto the washer to get it. She fell in. And the door was locked (our laundry room is also our half bath). Munch came running upstairs to tell me that her sister was stuck in the washing machine. I grabbed a paper clip and straightened it out to unlock the door. Sure enough, she was in there, one leg bent in half inside the washer tub with her foot folded behind it and one leg sticking straight up in the air by her shoulder. (I considered taking a picture before freeing her, but then I decided that might be kind of mean. Hehe.) I had her put her arms around my neck, and after some twisting and wiggling, we managed to get her free - she was wedged in there pretty tightly.

As for myself, I also sustained a couple of injuries. While mopping the kitchen, I pulled the mop back and hit my hand hard against the edge of the counter, so that the ball of my hand got firmly pinched between the mop handle and counter edge. There's a nasty bruise there now. I also got a chemical burn on my arm, as my rubber gloves weren't quite long enough to protect me from the caustic concoction I was using to clean my shower. (We have some vicious rusty hard water, and the shower turns orange on a weekly basis.) On the plus side, my shower's white again - however briefly. I got a bit of a burn on my shin too, but it's nothing too bad. As my lungs were burning from the fumes, I began to wonder just how toxic "toxic" was, and some images from an episode of "House" flashed through my head. Erm..... maybe I should cut back on the harsh chemicals a bit...

There's still more to do, but my job interview's been rescheduled for tomorrow afternoon. So I'm making dinner tonight and taking the rest of the day off.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Flashback Friday - Two of Hearts

Here's a fun flashback for you - Stacy Q's Two of Hearts! Claaaaaaaaassssic 80s pop!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Not yet.....

I was supposed to have an interview for the new job I'm going for today. But after I got all ready and drove all the way there (shaking like a leaf, mind you), I was given a reprieve. The publisher's mother had been taken to the hospital earlier, so he was with her and out of the office. At least I got to drive there and find out exactly how to get there. It might help alleviate some of my nerves next time. Not much, but some. I really don't know why I'm so nervous. I don't even know if I want it anymore. I know I want the bigger paycheck and I even want the job itself, but with an in-house person in competition for it, I don't want to go into a hostile situation at work every day because someone thinks I've stolen her job. It was bad enough when I was in a hostile situation every day at my own place of work because someone THOUGHT I wanted her job. Of course, I suppose that means I can live through it. And if I get it, I'll be the woman's boss, so she won't have any choice but to come to terms with it.

The girls are out of school tomorrow. Their spring break is only Friday and Monday. Fortunately, my mother's not working tomorrow, so she's offered to take them. They stayed up too late watching movies tonight, but really, they probably got to bed about the same time they normally get to sleep anyway, considering how much chattering they always do. Hope they're not bears to get up in the morning.

It's early for me, but my high-stress day has me worn out already. Will I actually get to bed before midnight?!

Monday, April 6, 2009

Weekend update

So, what a nice weekend..... The kids did get a little too rambunctious and test my patience a bit on Saturday, but it was smooth sailing after that. I got to watch two football matches on excellent streams; I finished off my wine (must start a new batch); I moved one step (or more) closer to a goal; I got to have dinner with an old friend I haven't seen in nearly 20 years ..... I probably should have been writing all this down as I went along, shouldn't I? Is it ok if I play catch up now?

Friday - It was Thursday evening when I was chatting online with an old friend from high school when he said he was coming up from Virginia the next day to Ohio to see his son. He suggested we find something fun to do and catch up a bit. The girls were supposed to spend the night at their dad's, so I thought, "great, no problem, I'm actually free." Well, Friday morning I get a call from their dad telling me he can't take them. Typical. I tell him I already made plans, and he essentially tells me, "too bad." So I sent off a text telling my friend, and he fires one back suggesting all of us going out for sushi. (My loyal readers might recall that I and my children are big sushi fans.) So Friday evening worked out for us, although there was little catching up to be done, as Munch decided to fill every moment of silence telling my friend all about giraffes and school and her friends and her art and her love of sushi and all the teachers she's had since kindergarten and ..... well, you get the idea. Anyway, if you fear there might ever be a lull in your conversation for the evening, take along an 8-year-old girl.

Saturday - After lunch - and after watching the Liverpool match - the kids and I took advantage of the nice day to go to the park so Gin and I could play some tennis. Gin twisted her ankle, so we headed home after a short stay. About an hour later, after showering and changing, I suddenly realized something was missing: I'd left my cell phone and keys on the tennis court. I sent Gin to run over and see if they were still there, since I was still wet and barefoot at the time. Not there. I'd finished getting dressed by the time she returned and took off with the kids back to the park myself. A little girl walked up to us and asked if I'd left a phone and keys. Yay! She'd turned them in at the concession stand (there was a baseball game going on at the time), so I got them back and no harm done. Although, a couple of people in my little town have now gotten to see my phone wallpaper of Luca Toni. :)
I spent most of the rest of the evening chatting with a friend of mine in England, keeping him up until after sunrise his time, and I drank far too much wine in the process. But we hadn't talked in a couple of weeks, so it was fun catching up.

Sunday - I woke up with a raging headache, but I was still in a good mood. I got to work early, so I'd be finished in time for the Manchester United match. FANTASTIC game! And my boys got the win and the three points to put them back on top of the Premier League. Whew! Props to young Machedo (I've said it before and I'll say it again: "Dear Lord, Thank you for Italian footballers. Amen."), and I think I might have to stop hating Cristiano Ronaldo. With Man Utd weakened as they were yesterday, he really came through and saved the day.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Reactionary rant: the "birth certificate" crapola

If your mother is a citizen of the United States at the time of your birth, then YOU are a citizen of the United States at the time of your birth, regardless of WHERE that birth took place. As a U.S. citizen at the time of your birth, you are a NATURAL-BORN CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES (the term is meant in contrast to "naturalized citizen," which is a citizen of another country at birth who later *becomes* a U.S. citizen, or of course "noncitizen," which would be someone who never became a U.S. citizen). If a pregnant American woman is on vacation in England and gives birth, that child is still a natural-born citizen of the United States. Such an occurrence would never preclude that child's eventual eligibility to become president of the United States. That would be absurd!

Now as far as I'm concerned you can make all the arguments you want about Barack Obama, but the whole "birth certificate" controversy is stupidity at its finest.

IOWA legalizes gay marriage!

YAY IOWA! Is this a changing of the tide at last?

Also of interest: Reaction in California

Flashback Friday - I Can Dream About You

It's time for Flashback Friday again, and this week it's Dan Hartman's I Can Dream About You!