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I have a quick question about applying for jobs. Is it okay to apply for two different jobs at one business or should I just pick the job I think will be the best fit and apply for that?
Also, is there a good way to ask about a salary range before I apply, "competetive" is all that it says and I don't want to apply for something if the pay is too low.
apply for both.
When they won't give a dollars range - they are probbably fairly flexible. But I would add a required salary range if there is a place for it .
sj, maybe some preaddressed and stamped postcards (addressed to you, of course)? Some artsy, some funny, and maybe a pack of those postcards she can peel'n'stick one of her own photos onto.
Nora, I emailed you back.
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Good ideas, JZ. I want to get her a bunch of cute little things like that, but I was also hoping for something more like a keepsake. She doesn't wear much jewellery, so that is pretty much out, but there has to be some nice way to honor nearly twenty-three years of friendship and let her know that I will always be around.
Crud.
Big waves of dread just slammed me regarding my mom. I just remembered that not only did I forget my cell phone at home, but that is the number the hospital has if they need to reach me. I did tell mom that I forgot my phone, but I doubt that translated into her telling her nurse my work number.
I know I could call the nurse's station and tell them, but then that means I'm a total worry wart instead of just a spaz. Gahhhhhhhhh.
This is what happens when I treat it all like it is no big deal and then I realize that any time there is a procedure there are risks. I can't allow myself to worry before hand cause I just plain don't have time to worry, but then it crashes into me and my brain goes kapluey.
If I were to have a boychild today, I would be hard pressed not to name him Damien, which I probably wouldn't, but my lord would I be tempted. I mean, I like the name anyway, but...
I feel ya. If I had a baby in a hurrichane I'd have to do that name too.
I know I could call the nurse's station and tell them, but then that means I'm a total worry wart instead of just a spaz. Gahhhhhhhhh.
If would help you to alleviate the stress you should just go ahead and call. I mean, it's your Mom! You're totally allowed to worry.
What, lisah said. Call the nurses station; you will feel better if you do.
Call and give them a number they can reach you at, Suzi. And if they happen to reassure you and say that everything is fine while you are on the phone, all to the good.
Today is a friend of mine's birthday - 6/6/67. He's a sweet guy and far from demonic - and not named Damien.