OK, having established that no one at UW or the Hutch (cancer research center) wants a grant writer or events coordinator (part-time preferred) just now, I should probably stop staring dismally at the job listings on the Seattle Times classifieds site and remind myself that none of this is either immediate or definite.
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
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Susan, as long as Annabel's not running a fever, or otherwise feeling too miserable to be reasonable while you shop, I would take her out with a cold.
I hope you get your financial/childcare situation sorted, and find a good-for-you solution.
Heh. I'd need to way more than double it to be able to afford any kind of daycare that I'd have to go on a waiting list for. If I tripled it, I'd probably be in a position to hire a college student to come watch her 15 hours/week or so in the living room while I worked in the office.Are there any young teens in your neighborhood or church who you could get for less? If/since you'd be in the house and there for actual emergencies, you really just need someone capable of changing a diaper, getting her a snack, and taking her outside to play or otherwise keeping her out of your hair. I used the 12 year old daughter of my cousin for that purpose, when Chris was an infant, Julia was 1.5, and Ben was 4 years old. I got a couple of uninterrupted hours, and was there in case of boo-boos, sickness, etc.
I'm off! Wish me luck!
LUCK!
All the best, vw!
Luck and job-ma vibes flowing towards vw~~~~~~~~~~
Hec, the CD arrived!
Success! Did you like the artwork?
EM associates her post-partum depression with the breast pump. And we had the same problem with flattened nipples getting Emmett to breast feed.
Go, vw, go! Buckets of good job-ma.
Susan, there's always some turnover at daycares so it's not impossible to find one - especially with a few months notice. San Francisco had a central hotline for daycare recommendations. You should check to see if Seattle does as well. They probably have to be certified with city services. Craigs List is a good resources too, especially for sharing a nanny (which we did for aftercare when Emmett was in pre-school - though it was expensive).
Emmett's very first daycare was in a house near ours, with a woman who had just seven other 2 y.o.s. That worked out very well, and it's easy to check references. That's key. Talking to the other parents.
You really want to consider how the daycare dropoff is going to fit into your commute too. I preferred having it local so I'd drop Emmett off and hop on the train downtown. It was more work to take him downtown with me to my work daycare (his second), and worse still to take him to his pre-school which was not on the way to anything.
I'm really pissed off. My boss is not the most together guy ever, and I work really hard keeping a lot of balls in the air, not to mention some skills that would be hard to find at my salary. I'm checking the emails today (and I have to check them all) and I see this.
Talked to the other that lives in my house, we decided that if your secretary leaves I'll take the job. I've started back trying to get some secretarial work on the side. Did that years a few years ago. Just to bring in something extra until things get paid for. Still going to push my books and new ebooks but that can take time.
How did the talk go with your current person? Did she change her attitude? Better or worse?
Now yesterday things got a little tense. I worked (from home) all weekend- Friday night and Saturday. And when I came in it was bitch bitch bitch, or rather snipe snipe snipe. I'd been frustrated for a while- not least because I've asked for 30 minutes in the morning to check emails and get a schedule for the day put together before he comes in with "Oh and we need to..." "Sometime could you..." "You need to ..."
So very angry.
Good luck to the bug that could!
hoo boy, Heather. That SUCKS.