Employment Ahoy?

I have an interview on Wednesday. And I am so incredibly qualified for this job. Or at least that's what it seems like from the job description. And my contract at the Old Job is up on Thursday, so getting this job right now would be perfect timing. Perfect.

So if you, my faithful readers, would like to say a prayer for me, or send me some positive hippie thoughts or something, I would really appreciate it. I promise if I get this job I will stop writing such semi-dejected employment-centric posts and I will return to my usually witty and all around entertaining self. And I will give you a dollar. And a pony.

Look at all those tempting incentives. How can you resist helping a sister out in her time of need when there's mention of a pony? You can't, that's how.

~g. mango could already be a winner!

Hide me under a bushel

I've been working and it has been good. It isn't a lot of money, but it gets me out of the house and with people, which is what I really needed anyway.

But the reality of approaching unemployment looms large: my contract is up on June 2nd. And I have nothing coming down the pipes. I have a few people looking out for me. Which is a fine feeling, believe you me. However, I am still anxious. I want something to hold onto. Some concrete leads to stave off this nervousness.

I don't even know why I feel so uneasy. There are people who are in much worse situations than I am. I could easily get a job at a coffee shop in the lean times while I search for something else. I have enough money to see me through to the fall even after that horrific cheque I had to write to the government at tax time. It all works out.

Still, this feeling of dread is reminiscent of last year this time when I was facing impending doom and homelessness. At least I had a job. This year I have a home (though, oddly enough no roommate, again), but no job. It would be nice to have both. At the same time.

Enough drama for today. I leave you with a quote from one of our kids, "I know for sure if you knocked on God's door, he would open it and say 'Come on in; stay for a while.'"

Actually, I will leave you with this quote from another kid, "God is not purple. And he doesn't smell like fish."


~g. mango spies with her little eye, something that is purple!