I don't mean that in an AW-y way, just that I've gotten past the stage where I kept threatening to start breathing into a paper bag. Yesterday's phone interview with an HR chick led to a second phone interview with the actual hiring manager tomorrow. I still have last week's live interview in the fire. I've applied for a few other jobs, which may turn into nothing or something.
In the mean time, DH and I have been trading off half-days: I look after the Woozle in the a.m. while he works on his job search, and then at lunch we swap. This has given him tons more time to network, which has gotten him more contacts, more people asking him to send his resume, and now he has a phone interview tomorrow, too.
The weather has been gorgeous here, and I have really been enjoying my Woozle time. She is more and more verbal every day and tries to discuss everything that's going on, which is fun. We play, bake, go for wagon rides, feed the ducks, etc.
It's not sustainable forever, so I'm definitely not coasting. And the issue of insurance still worries me--I'm insured through my old job through the end of February, and then as part of my severance they're paying my COBRA premium for March (just short of $1800 for a family of three--SMDH), but after that if neither DH nor I have a job we're going to have to either shell out some serious cash for insurance or pay out of pocket. Neither one are really great options. So it's not perfect, but considering I was literally sick to my stomach the first night, it's actually working out better than I thought. And because DH and I are both busy between looking for jobs and caring for the Woozle AND we're on opposite schedules, we're not getting on each other's nerves like I thought we might.
Keeping my fingers crossed that Mr. Heff and I both land jobs shortly, but in the mean time, things could be a
lot worse. I am, however, woefully behind here.
