So I am waiting for woodchips to be delivered . I have priced more stuff for tomorrows tag sale.

do I a) watch tv b) clean off the suff in the house that needs to be brought out for tomorrows tag sale c) hope for more posts here.

Well...I'll start the daycare search Monday. Maybe try to come up with a list of places over the weekend. There's a church near our house that has a daycare, so that might be a good place to start.

I think I'm wary of the email because I always hated pushy applicants when I was on the other end of the process. I figured I had their cover letter and resume, and being deluged with emails and, even worse, phone calls just annoyed me.

Aimee, send it to etiquettehell.com.

Draft drafted and awaiting to be sent.

So she sets it up that you bitch to people who now hate her, even though they've never met her. And this is better how?

For me, none of you will call her and tell her everything I said, which is what her other bridesmaids (including me when I was pestered about it and backed into a corner) have been doing.

Aimée, if I could figure out a way to appear at the wedding for you, I would. Imagine the look on Bridezilla's face when I turned up and said "Oh, Aimée couldn't make it. I'm her stunt double."

Oh. My. Gawd. She'd lose it.

I've mostly just been submitting applications through the UW HR website, without doing personal followup, because I don't want to be the pushy, obnoxious applicant.

Always call. I've found that when a job has tons of applicants, you get buried. But if you call, suddenly you move to the top of the list. It shows you actually care about that specific job.

So, this retreat I'm going to this weekend? The last sheduled event is at 11pm each night. Um...I've usually been asleep for two hours by then! Who's going to carry me to bed if Emily's not there?

I need a concensus on what "Light Snacks" means.

Light snacks.

In this case?

ground lightbulbs.

eta: or to be nice...bridge mix, cheese/crackers, that sort of thing.

I'm guessing plates of cookies, plates of celery and carrots, maybe chips and dip.

Ugh. Not calling. Email OK. Not calling. I might catch them at a bad time. I might stammer and have to start a sentence four times before it comes out right.

The odd thing is I'm considered good on the phone. But only when I'm comfortable with what I'm saying and feel like I have a legitimate reason to be calling.

Why the fuck is what always worked for me before not getting the job done this time? I hate this.

Maybe try to come up with a list of places over the weekend. There's a church near our house that has a daycare, so that might be a good place to start.

UW HR has a list.

If we're not anywhere near the top of the list for on campus by the time I need to go back to work, we'll have to look into that. Or into nanny sharing.