It’s been a long time since I’ve posted, even longer since I’ve posted regularly. Job hunting, it seems, has taken over my life — especially the online version. How can I possibly whine, express fear, doubt myself or question my motivation if a potential hirer can see it?
It’s yet another reflection of the rabid narcissism fueled by my social mediast view that people care about what I post, what I tweet, what I’m thinking about. Other than a kind few, I know it’s not the case.
But what if I’m wrong? What if some HR person has a fancy, IT friend who can invade my semi-anonymous space? I shudder to think about what they’d find.
So with that, life in Jcrewville putters on. There’s a new crop of pretty, divorced moms that popped up with the warm weather. They’re out-and-about losing weight, drinking martinis in their skinny jeans and nail polish. The bloated, tired and overwhelmed moms in town (okay, me) are getting angry. Or maybe jealous. Not of the divorce, of course — that’s hideous — but of watching them breeze in-and-out of happy hours laughing and smelling of pefume. I can only imagine them going home on a childless evening and grabbing takeout, downloading a movie and sleeping in — all done with fresh highlights and a pedicure. Or maybe they’re being courted with compliments, witty conversation, and flowers.
Yeah, I know I’ve got other beautiful, fulfilling, deeper parts of a life for which I’m grateful. But with all this April rain, non-stop school stuff and children begging for EVERYTHiNG, I find my mind drifting to greener grass.
Gross. See what I mean ? Would you hire me?
Small Town. Small Times. 
I’d hire you! I’m glad to see you are posting again. I missed reading updates in your blog. They are the perfect antidote to a day of heavy antitrust reading.
Happy Earth Day! PS – free starbucks today if you bring your own mug.
Dang, I missed the free SBUX.
Don’t worry, your antitrust reading will soon be over…for a few weeks.
This whole post speaks to me, except for the job hunt part. I’ve put that off until fall, or winter, when I am firmly established as the mother of two school-aged children. I just had a work friend unfriend me on Facebook because she needs to redo her whole online persona thing. No more unprofessional banter for her.
So funny. She unfriended you? I confess an elementary school friend has recently asked to be my friend, but her profile pic is almost pornographic. I’m still thinking about it. I don’t want porno on my FB, especially these days.
Every once in a while I get the urge to Google myself. I guess I figure after so many blogs and social networks and whatnot, there’d be SOMETHING out there for people to find. Nope. I can’t find ANYTHING. It’s like I don’t exist.
Anyway, I’d hire you in a heartbeat. Or beg you to hire me as most likely the case would be.
I once read that this guy bought rights to the names for all the major hiring execs in his industry knowing they would one day do a vanity Google. When one of the execs Googled himself (or herself) — this guy’s resume came up. Brilliant, hey?
Anyway, I’d hire you, too. I’d especially love to be your photographic, baking assistant. A perfect job.
Yes. I would hire you because you’re a brilliant writer, you’re honest, and you never fail to make me laugh.
Be encouraged!
How can I not with such encouraging words. Thank you — and right back at ya, sista.