Government Cheese
Things on the job situation are not any better. I'm looking at the unemployment line come September 30th. There is still no word on the transfer, which is so frustrating. All the paperwork had to be in to HQ by August 2nd and I made sure it was there with time to spare. All we are waiting for now is literally one piece of paper. Because of government employment rules, they have to advertise for the open position, the just can't move me...even though that is the intention. By law, they have to go through the proper steps. So, HQ gets the paperwork from the applicants. Then they evaluate the applicants resumes, etc and send up a list of people who meet the requirements. That's it. What's even more frustrating is that in order to "fast track" everything, they wrote the position description so that it was tailored to me and would exclude most others. They also only opened the position for the minimum amount of time - 10 days. It's been 4 weeks now and still no list. I have no idea what is taking so long and my hopefully new boss doesn't either. She has been on the phone everyday with them trying to figure it out and she is getting nowhere.
At this point, I am so frustrated with everything that I'm almost looking forward to not working. That's my irrational side talking. I'm tired and by the time the end of September comes around, I'll be almost 7 1/2 months pregnant. In all reality, I probably would have only been able to work until mid-November...maybe. So, it's really only 6 weeks earlier. I'll be applying for unemployment/disability which means that I will have some money coming in when the baby's born. If I'm working, I'll be on maternity leave and will not be getting paid at all. However, I also have a rational side that is stressing and totally freaking out...understandably.
Other than the job fiasco, everything is going ok otherwise. The baby is doing well and regardless of what other crap is going on...that's the most important thing. The long weekend was pretty good. We didn't do too much, but that was fine with us. Saturday was like a monsoon and it rained like mad all day so we kind of just hung out at home. Sunday we had some friends over for dinner which was fun. It was nice to hang out on a Sunday and not have to worry about getting home early because people have to work the next day. Monday was another hang out at home day. My husband made a couple batches of his home-brew beer and that was about it.
On Friday we will be going to our first child care class. I didn't think I needed to go necessarily, but since my husband has pretty much no experience with infants, we thought it might be a good idea. He also didn't want to go by himself. And, I guess it never hurts to get a refresher on things. We go to Lamaze at the end of the month.
My brother-in-law will be coming down on this weekend to help my husband get rid of the last of the remaining junk and furniture from the baby's room. After that stuff is gone, we are all set to paint, etc. There is a supposed work-party coming down on September 23rd to help. I'm not sure that they will be more of a hindrance than help, but they are all eager to do what ever we need...so I will look on the positive side of things for now. My mom will be there and between her and my husband, I trust that things will be ok. My mom is generally the quiet one, but she knows her stuff (she's kind of like the female Bob Villa), she knows what I want, and she has a knack of quietly taking control. My husband and I are going to tape off all the molding and doors, plus he's going to put a coat or two of primer on before they all get there. This way, they can just get right to the painting. Hopefully, if it's a dry day, they can put up the wall border as well. I am pretty anal about straight lines and neatness, which is why I usually do most painting projects myself. It's a fault and I admit it. I will have trouble not being in charge, but I am not exposing the baby to any of those fumes if I can help it.
At this point, I am so frustrated with everything that I'm almost looking forward to not working. That's my irrational side talking. I'm tired and by the time the end of September comes around, I'll be almost 7 1/2 months pregnant. In all reality, I probably would have only been able to work until mid-November...maybe. So, it's really only 6 weeks earlier. I'll be applying for unemployment/disability which means that I will have some money coming in when the baby's born. If I'm working, I'll be on maternity leave and will not be getting paid at all. However, I also have a rational side that is stressing and totally freaking out...understandably.
Other than the job fiasco, everything is going ok otherwise. The baby is doing well and regardless of what other crap is going on...that's the most important thing. The long weekend was pretty good. We didn't do too much, but that was fine with us. Saturday was like a monsoon and it rained like mad all day so we kind of just hung out at home. Sunday we had some friends over for dinner which was fun. It was nice to hang out on a Sunday and not have to worry about getting home early because people have to work the next day. Monday was another hang out at home day. My husband made a couple batches of his home-brew beer and that was about it.
On Friday we will be going to our first child care class. I didn't think I needed to go necessarily, but since my husband has pretty much no experience with infants, we thought it might be a good idea. He also didn't want to go by himself. And, I guess it never hurts to get a refresher on things. We go to Lamaze at the end of the month.
My brother-in-law will be coming down on this weekend to help my husband get rid of the last of the remaining junk and furniture from the baby's room. After that stuff is gone, we are all set to paint, etc. There is a supposed work-party coming down on September 23rd to help. I'm not sure that they will be more of a hindrance than help, but they are all eager to do what ever we need...so I will look on the positive side of things for now. My mom will be there and between her and my husband, I trust that things will be ok. My mom is generally the quiet one, but she knows her stuff (she's kind of like the female Bob Villa), she knows what I want, and she has a knack of quietly taking control. My husband and I are going to tape off all the molding and doors, plus he's going to put a coat or two of primer on before they all get there. This way, they can just get right to the painting. Hopefully, if it's a dry day, they can put up the wall border as well. I am pretty anal about straight lines and neatness, which is why I usually do most painting projects myself. It's a fault and I admit it. I will have trouble not being in charge, but I am not exposing the baby to any of those fumes if I can help it.