My cover letter by Rebecca Boston.
HI - I need a job. I think I could do the job you need. I CAN SPELL!
- super professionally, Rebecca.
*totally steals msbelle's cover letter*
Speaking of the job sitch, just went and reminded the interim boss of the discussion we had before his vacay about me not being happy with the job title/raise/etc. and that he was going to look into it. Meanwhile, I've got a recruiter in touch with me about a job that looks pretty promising. I'm not sure which to hope for any more.
I applied for 3 jobs today. better than 0, I guess.
Mac is in the house tonight. Complete breakdown in the backyard and then got agitated and was threatening violence against others and I fear he might have gotten himself hurt if I did not pull him in tonight.
I have made it very clear that in order to stay any amount of tie at all, he MUST get into therapy. And I have him at least looking at the Transition programs that I really think are the best option for him right now.
I really hope he does it.
Fingers crossed, msbelle. I'm sorry this is so hard, and I really hope he can agree to a program, because it could really help.
Fingers crossed for you, too, Sheryl!
Fingers crossed, msbelle. Also Sheryl.
Tons of fingers crossing for msbelle and Sheryl.
Tiniest of victories this morning -- I have a dress I'm not crazy about that seemed good for the weather today, and I suddenly thought to roll up the sleeves and that fixed it! Now it all makes sense. Maybe I really never wear long sleeves??
Long sleeves bug me too. This is inconvenient when I am in Otter Lake. I don't think I own any long sleeves in Florida, other than lightweight jackets. Every single long sleeve shirt I have here was a handmedown from my sister.
I always roll up long sleeves unless I'm out in sub-zero weather. I don't like much else on my wrists either (watches, bracelets, etc.). The 3/4 length sleeve trend was nice while it lasted.
I have driven Mac to a social services agency this morning for him to inquire about help getting work and housing.
So this is my life now. Crying in parking lot while my kid goes and explains being homeless at 18. I'm a monster.