I got the official ok to go ahead and start my new job tomorrow. Funny thing is, I’m not actuallly getting hired on for the job I applied for. It’s a higher level job and although it’s temporary, it has a much higher chance of being permanent while the other one didn’t. I asked my recruiter if there were other people being considered for the position and she told me that there was no one else, and the hiring manager had asked specifically for me. Well don’t I feel all special
Bummer, I have to work at the corporate office which is twice the commute and my hours start at 7. I don’t get up until noon or later!! This should be interesting. They never really said what I would be doing in this position so I can only hope it’s not gonna run me over like a steam roller. I’m just a fresh little worker bee and not sure I’m ready to take the plunge into the true corporate world. But I will feel special because I’ll have to wear one of those ID badges and swipe it to get into the buildings and elevators. I’m such a dork, but I’ve always wanted to do that
Baby Dylan came home today. He’s sleeping soundly, but I guess they all had a rough night with him at the hospital where he was beyond fussy. Have I mentioned he’s ADORABLE???? My birthday is in little more than a week and I have a feeling everyone’s gonna forget. Not that I mind all that much. I never do much special on that day anyway. All that happens this time is my car insurance goes down and I’ll be able to rent a car. Yee haw.
Is it bad to be jealous of a baby and my brother’s “perfect” family? I’ve always been the screwed up kid between the two of us. I wanted to have the most respectful and loving husband. I wanted the beautiful house in the beautiful neighborhood. And I wanted the baby. I’ve come to terms with the fact that that kind of fairytale life just won’t for me. I guess I’ll just live vicariously through everyone else. Enjoy their happinesses and life journeys. And don’t get me wrong, I am beyond happy for them! They are and will always be my family and I want them to have every happy moment possible. I only wish I could get a small taste of that myself for once.
I guess I was too curious to know his name. Dylan. That is so cool.
I’ll just say one thing to what you say, “I guess I’ll just live vicariously through everyone else”.
I do not have kids of my own.
Looking back and looking around at my friends with children, I am happy that I did not get ‘obsessively tied up’ to my own kids.
This way I can share my love for children everywhere, without secretly comparing mine with others.
- (maybe that is not very clear; its how I feel but is difficult to explain).
I have no regrets.
Que sera sera.