I actually signed up for a month at a site called FlexJobs, which focuses on telecommuting jobs and jobs with flexible schedules. I found a coupon that made the month $5, and I figured it was worth it. They basically curate the job listings and weed out the spam.
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Obviously I don't know any details about your experience, so all of these job listings might not be relevant. If you decide you want to sign up for the site, let me know and I'll dig up that coupon code I used.
I have a feeling I will. I'm about to run out the door, but I'll check this out when I get back, and then I may shoot you an email. Thank you so much!
No problem.
I am super-grumpy girl, because I'm sick, and the interview I went to this morning was a 10-minute editing test. For which I drove half an hour each way.
Hey several of those jobs are for working in either my company or one just like it. Teppy, let me know if you want to chat, possibly about some keywords. Or get me a recruitment bonus. :)
So the giant bus crash in NorCal? One of the students who died (though he attends another high school now) was attending my school two years ago and last year I taught his younger brother.
Oof.
Teaching makes for a small world, doesn't it?
I just whiffed the ball. Missed a meeting I scheduled that now can't be had before Tuesday. And it was shit I wanted to get off the ground pretty urgently too. This week is not my week.
Oh Kat, that crash is so heartbreaking! Oh, those poor families!
I am tired and cranky and have so much work to do I can't possibly meet my deadlines. Plus a sick kid at home, and unavoidable distractions in the form of my sister coming and so needing to devote half the weekend to cleaning my sister's apt. Ugh. I am going to be so broken by summer.
Sorry for the whine. I should just keep my eye on tonight's reward: Book of Mormon tickets! And no fever, so I get to go!
I'm so sorry, Kat. When I heard about that on the radio I wondered if it was kids you might know.
OK, so I've been scanning in a whoooooole bunch of old pictures. And it's hilarious trying to date many of them. Some I went through at some point and wrote in captions, and put them in an album. Others are still in the envelope from the photo lab, and I went through for most of those and wrote "2/2003" or whatever on them. But some are loose, and some have no date. So I'm like "Well, so and so broke up a few months after I moved into that apartment, so this party must be June-July 2001?" and "Hmm, Burrell is playing with a small angry child in this picture, is it her kid or Aimee's? If so when is that?" (I later found a date on that one, 12/2003), and "Flea is pregnant in this picture, but there's no Casper in any of the other pictures, so maybe she's pregnant with Casper? When WAS that?"
Ha! I'm pretty sure that the kid in the 12/2003 picture has to be my first one.
DH has been uploading a bunch of old baby pics of the kids and pic from when I was pregnant. Good times! I hadn't forgotten how cute my baby girl was of course, but I had forgotten how visceral the punch is for me of seeing her wee perfection and her infectious smile. For example, this and this
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