I'm trying to write down my list of responsibilities and how much time they take, but it varies so wildly depending on reasons that I'm having a hard time. It doesn't help that I just don't want to do it because I want out of this role, and that right now I have so much work to do that I'm mad I have to take time to do this.

Where's the magical new job fairy when you need one?

Where's the magical new job fairy when you need one?

I think she lost a ton of money when the housing market collapsed in '08, so now she pretty much sits around getting stoned and watching cartoons.

If you see her, shrift, tell her she's slacking over here, too. I'm a little grumpy that the job I applied for with a deadline earlier this week hasn't contacted me to say "we want you to interview, right now!" I am tailor-made for that job and I wants it.

I applied for three jobs yesterday and it's been like 18 hours and no one has called me. What is up with that?

EmbarkingHalfway through hour 6 of my workday, starting hour 5 of meetings. Uhg.

I'm gonna take a stand and say that is too many hours of meetings.

I would adopt from the shelter but my cats thus far have saved me the bother of making the trip. Sammie was up in a tree after a rain storm, crying her tiny little half-starved heart out. She climbed down while I was asking neighbors for a ladder to retrieve her. Neighbors kept saying, "gosh, we have three dogs, a kitten probably wouldn't do well with us." And I kept saying, "That's ok, she's coming home with me." And so she did. As for Harvey, well, his tale is a bit more involved. You see, when I moved out to Arizona, I brought Pachisi with me. She was a blue and cream torbie. Pachisi adopted a kitten out from under some neighbors. Between the time those neighbors officially let me have Silver (a tabby-pointed part-Siamese), and the time I could scrape up the money to get her fixed, she got pregnant. Then Pachisi died. Silver would lie on my lap purring, and I would feel the kittens moving around. I knew there was a Harvey in there. When they were born, I figured out Harvey was the one with the blue points. I didn't want to keep him because his coloring reminded me of Pachisi too much. But he had an umbilical hernia so no one would take him. And he was mine. Poor boy, he felt from the beginning of his life he had to make me feel better, since I was hurting so much from losing Pachisi.

I love stories about cats and dogs getting themselves adopted. And Harvey, who apparently had a bond with WS before he was even born.

Steph, you take the initiative to create your own checklist to follow? You actually care about whether you're improving beyond what your employer feels is necessary to tell you? I'd commit minor felonies for an employee like you. I think you are too hard on yourself, and too anxious about whether you're pleasing your employer enough. (I am like this too.) I suggest continuing in your own way to improve and being proud of what you have accomplished. Given that people are more likely to give negative feedback than positive, I expect that if your employer feels you need to improve something, she will tell you, and if she doesn't, you can safely take that as a sign that you're doing well enough.

The only pet I specifically chose to buy was my guinea pig, though my parents bought my first dog from breeders. I learned from the mistakes of that first pet and chose a shorthair more suited to the southern climate (and my reluctance to pick poop pellets out of an animal's fur). Must have done something right, he was full-grown when we got him and lived another 7 years, quite a bit more than average.

I don't see any jobs that are tailor-made for me. But I'm still trying for internal jobs, and when my meetings end early, I'm surfing external job sites to see what's out there.

I'm cycling from "I am competent!" to "I guess I'll go eat worms?"