Work-at-Work Mommy? Maybe So!

What I’d basically be doing… 


Two weeks ago, a friend of mine contacted me about a job opening at her office. A pure case of good karma and great people had thrown opportunity on my doorstep. Though I had no experience in this particular field I was more than familiar with what the position was basically about. The more she told me about the job the more confident I was that I could do it. So, I threw caution to the wind, grabbed a quick “power” outfit from Macy’s, printed out my work-related goodies and headed off to meet the boss. 


Interview Day Bandana bib — can’t cheesesteak up my blouse


After meeting with the owner/founder of the company (no pressure, right?) it was decided that I would come in and shadow then work a day to see how and if I fit. I read up on the parts of the job I was not familiar with and did as much research as possible on today’s most relevant issues. I was determined to come in and be ready to go. As shadow day approached I found myself visualizing success — and that is what I had. 

I read this and think, perhaps I oversimplify. I neglect to mention that I was a big ball of nerves for days, wrought with doubt and fear that I’d lost too much over the past 3 years to really make any type of decent showing. I neglect to discuss how tempted I was to just run back home and crawl into the comfort and understanding of my sweats and (really tired and beat up) robe. I forgot to bring up the hand wringing over finding a sitter and the possibility of leaving my children with someone else. I cried, for sure. But I put my big girl pants on and I did what I had to do. 

Now, don’t get me wrong, I am by no means sure of whether or not I got the job, but I can say that I am confident that I did well. I am proud of my end product and I am pleased with the work I did. Regardless of the outcome, I pulled myself together and got back out in the world. And I must confess it felt good. I held my children a little tighter when I came home. I thanked my husband with more sincerity. I fell asleep with a different sense of accomplishment; one that was all my own. I am hoping for the best but even if this isn’t in the cards, I know that I’m ready for whatever else may come my way… and something is definitely headed my way!

~KP
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When Good Enough Will Do

Not sure if I mentioned this before, but I am a student at American River College here in Sacramento. I am currently studying Interior Design and I hope to earn an A.A. in a year or two. This means I have to take Gen Ed classes (again) as well. Ten years ago this would have been a breeze. Today, two kids and house and a husband later, it’s not so easy.

Fortunately, I am much more proficient with schoolwork than I was as a youngster. I go ahead and start on my assignments (because we all know that procrastination leads to sugar fueled workathons followed by red-bull resistant crashes). I actually pay attention and take notes and overall I have figured out how to be a better student.

Of all the things I’ve learned during my off-again-on-again years in school, knowing when to settle has been the most important lesson of all. I used to kill myself trying to get the perfect score or redo a project repeatedly until it looked just so. I would have not turned in an assignment rather than hand in a half-hearted one.

Now, I know better. For the past few weeks I’ve been acting like I don’t know better, but I do. I have a class that has been giving me fits. It’s caused me to doubt my capability and that is something I am not comfortable with. I’ve literally stressed myself to sickness over it (read that saga here). No more! No mas, not even, no way, nu uhn, heck to the naw, negative, nopesies. You aren’t gonna get the best of me again, paper for class.

I have decided that I will do the absolute best I can do on it and hand it in without looking back. I may not be the best writer in the world, but I’m certainly not the worst — definitely not D material. But if that’s what I manage to get, so be it. At this point I just want outta there. Barely passing will have to be good enough… and good enough will do.

*Please note that I really do want to be able to come back and report that I did awesome but the odds aren’t in my favor on that one. Say a little prayer for me, would ya?

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