I like grapefruit in spinach salad, with avocado, blue cheese crumbles, and Italian dressing. Mmmmmmm.
So, headhunters. [insert your favorite cannibalism joke here]. Has anyone ever worked with one? Someone up in MA heard that my journal was likely to go under and called my favorite editor to lure her up to the land of the Red Sox. Since Favorite Editor is about two blinks from retirement she passed, but asked if the recruiter might be interested in me, giving said recruiter my basic work info. Recruiter expressed interest and gave Fav. Ed. an email address to pass along and instructions for me to send her all my info. I did so last Friday.
All well and good. And here I am, working all industriously, except for the occasional visit to my personal email where in I hope to find a response of some sort. Nothing yet.
So any idea what the turn around time is on this sort of thing? Should I just assume my cv's gonna mellow for a few months/years/decades, or should I expect an email saying, "Damn, girl, you're Mary Sue in a cheap suit! How much money do I have to throw at you to get you to move?" Or, alternatively, how long should I wait for a reply that doesn't come before I take the message of, "You suck, kthanksbi," fully to heart?
It's too quiet in here. People should talk about their weekends, or what their next vacation is going to be, or something.
eta (after they answer Calli's question, on which I got nothing.)
Em called me "mama".
And the big boss I was bitching about last week got the boot.
EAT IT BOSSMAN!
Now I'll be waiting to hear that Em has learned how to say this.
(Of course, children being what they are, she'll say it at just the wrong moment....)
My weekend wasn't all that exciting. Leif came down with strep throat, so I was up till 3:00am Friday night and had to administer a few cool baths to keep his temperature under control. Saturday, I got a new battery for my car, and went to Topeka, KS to visit the rose garden for my wife, and to have the kids stay a bit at my parents house for pumpkin carving and crafts. Saturday night after a bit of verbal sparring with SO, I crashed.
Sunday, there was kitchen cleaning, grocery shopping with the kids, hardware shopping with Leif, much nastiness from SO, pizza making, carmel apple making, and more crashing to get up in time to exercise before work Monday.
Em called me "mama".
Woohoo!
And the big boss I was bitching about last week got the boot.
Note to self: Try to stay on Aimee's good side.
eta: Poor Leif. I hope he is feeling better.
yay, Aimee! Did it make you all sniffly? Franny said Daddy long before she would say Mama, so when she did, my first reaction was "it's about damn time!"
I used a headhunter prior to going to the company I'm (sorta) with now. I have mixed feelings about it. They get paid by the companies, so they were desperate to shoehorn me into a job that was all wrong for me, and it was verbal judo to stay out of it and keep them looking.
OTOH, I would never have applied to the company I ended up with, and it was a great fit, with a great salary, and I've stayed with them, if the headhunter hadn't hooked me up with them.
Poor sick Leif.
Grapefruit was my main craving during pregnancy. I'm normally meh on it - I can eat it, but it's not my first choice. And my family put salt on it, not sugar. (I use neither).
Leif is already doing a lot better. Once he started taking antibiotics, he improved very quickly.
