When we first moved to NC, Matt and I agreed that I could take a month or two to settle in and set up the house before starting to search for a job. It was nice to wake up and not have any obligations aside from keeping the house up and feeding Dobby, but soon I was ready to do something productive. You can only dirty so many dishes during one day, and besides I hate doing the dishes. So, I searched, and then I found out that my tonsils needed to come out ASAP. So, I put the job search on hold until I could figure out when my surgery would be, because I knew that I'd need at least three weeks to recover. As it turned out, it took almost two months to get fully back to myself, and I am so very grateful that I was able to take that time to get better without having to stress too much about money. It also helped that all I ate for almost a month was protein shakes and Gatoraide, so that probably helped a bit too. But, by that time it was time to visit Seattle for Christmas, and it didn't seem like the best idea to try and get a job, only to immediately ask for almost 3 weeks off, especially because I wanted to go home for the holidays so badly. So, I waited until we got back in the beginning of January, and I was able to set up an interview with a local car dealership that was hiring a product photographer. It wasn't exactly phlebotomy - which is what I went to school for - but it was something that I was interested in and qualified for. I ended up missing that interview when we rushed back to Seattle for my father in law's funeral. While it's hard that I let that opportunity go, there was no way that I wasn't going to be there for Matt and the rest of the Hertzog Clan. But now we are back and I'm searching, and coming up with a grand total of nothing. It's really disheartening when I know that there is so much that I'm qualified to do, but no opportunities within a 3 hour drive. And the pay for a phlebotomist or lab technician nowhere near good enough that I'd commute 6 hours a day. So I've been handing out my resume to the local restaurants and coffee shops around town, but I'm ether getting silence or a kind "We like you but you aren't qualified to work because you have no experience" back. I'm caught in the endless cycle of not having enough work experience to work at places, but unable to gain experience because I'm not able to be hired. It's been wearing me down recently - while we are doing fine financially, I feel like I'm not contributing at all.
But this week, after getting rejected by three different places, I gave myself some time to not worry at all about the job hunt. I've spent the week reading (4 books in 5 days), introducing Allyssa to Doctor Who (she loved it and is hooked), and watching an entire season of 30 Rock. I let myself have a break because if I didn't, I'd have a meltdown and regress back into a toddler, stomping my feet and screaming "someone please give me a job already!".
I know that something will come up, and even if it's not my number one choice, money is money and we can use all the money we can get. So, on Monday I'm going back out and begging people to hire me, refreshed after a week of doing some of my favorite activities.
I just don't know what I'm going to do now that I've read all of the books I have. My nightly ritual of reading for an hour (or 5) is all out of whack now!
In other news, Allyssa has superb taste in decorations and humor.
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