Babies. Careers. Both things I want.

Everyone's having them. Lots of people that I know anyway. 3 women in my office... two of which just gave birth within a week of each other and the other could be any day now. At least 2 of my good friends, and several of my co-workers at my former job. It's going to be my turn soon. I know it. Even if my husband doesn't. HA!

I have a good job. I like my job. The only downside is the lack of job security due to my classification as a "project" position rather than a "permanent" position. By definition, in business terms, the word "project" is more often paired with the word "management," hence, "project management." This is a term defined as "a temporary endeavor undertaken to create a product, service, or result." They hired a bunch of us back in October when the unemployment rate skyrocketed. Clearly, they did this to combat the number of claims coming in since they didn't have enough people to deal with it.


Under this assumption, they won't need me anymore as of July 2011, unless they extend the "projects" or I obtain permanent status. This leads me to believe that it may actually end up that way at some point. If you use the word "project" as a verb, by definition it means to "throw something forward." So once they're done with me, they'll project me into the world of unemployment. How odd to think about being on that end of things. Which leads me to another thing that bothers me.

I hate when you lose your job and someone says to you, "Well, it can only get better from here!" Really? How can you even rationalize that? No, it cannot only get better. It can actually get worse. You're unemployed. You have no income. You could lose your car, your health insurance, and your house. Now you're homeless and poor and probably smell bad.

Or how about when you get into a car accident and someone says, "Well, don't feel bad. It happens to the best of us." Um, no, it doesn't happen to the best of us. Where do you even get that idea? The "best of us" are not driving used cars which are worth half as much as when we bought them 3 months ago. The "best of us" are most likely being driven around in a limo, or flying F-16 fighter planes off the coast of a foreign country. I seriously doubt that the "best of us" would have their driver side door backed into while driving through the Wal-mart parking lot.

Re-focus. Permanent status.

How does one obtain permanent status? You wait for a permanent position to open up and then you jump through flaming hoops and sell your soul and promise your first born child to the Governor upon his/her birth. In the event that you do get to interview for the position, you are competing with many others who may or may not want it as badly as you do. Who wouldn't want it though? A state job with state benefits? Once you're permanent they can never get rid of you unless you do something so reprehensible in order to warrant termination. In any case, I don't know how, but I have an interview for the above referenced position. Tomorrow. And I am competing against many others who may be more qualified than I. That being said, I am going to update my resume and find a way to sell myself - again - to people who already know me. And sometimes that's harder than interviewing with people you've never met before.

That being said, I think once this has passed, and hopefully I get it...I can relax a bit more and actually start posting regularly, like I initially intended.

For now though - if you're interested - direct your attention to this website:

Booty Caller

If you desperately want to get pregnant (more so than the average woman), you can enter in some information about your monthly cycle and then get text messages on your phone telling you when you are ovulating, and then you can go have sex immediately. I don't know exactly what it says. I would hope it's something raunchy, but it probably isn't. It seems like a classy and educational website. Either way, even if you aren't the above referenced woman, it'd be a sweet joke to play on someone. Especially a guy. Sign someone up to receive text messages saying it's time for business. They'll never know it was you.