Sunday, April 30, 2017

None of Us Are Unscathed

So far, I've been locked in the bedroom, Andy got locked in a bathroom, all but one of Calisto's favorite sleeping spots are gone, and I had to brush some white racing stripes off of Theo this week. Selling a house is not for the faint of heart.

We've had to push the photography back a bit so we can get the carpet stretched and cleaned.  But today is STILL another fun-filled prep day.  I have forgotten what we used to do on weekends, but I'm sure it was much more fun than house prep.  Then again, what isn't?

Thanks for your encouragement, everyone.  The thing I realized this weekend is that not ONCE in any of the interviews I have done have any of the organizations acted IN ANY WAY like this was a mutually-beneficial arrangement or that my skills were something they should want.  All of them have been about why they should hire me.  That's a fair question, of course, but especially in the nonprofit world, I am nowhere NEAR entry-level and have often had more experience than the person I am interviewing with--that should be worth something.  In my last interview, they didn't even do me the courtesy of not having people wandering in and out of the conference room during my interview.  My back was to the door, but every single time, the people interviewing me turned their attention to the person walking in.  EVERY SINGLE TIME.  No apology to me for the interruption, no asking the people to NOT wander in and out, and no apology for changing their focus.  That's not professional nor okay in any way.  I think I can ask for at least common courtesy--though maybe not in the world of nonprofits anymore.   We can afford for me not to work, so if it takes more time to find something, that's fine.  I left the music store partly because the owner didn't respect his employees.  I don't need to make that mistake again. 

So, I'm putting the job situation on hold for a while and thinking about some options.  In the meantime, I have a house to prep.  :)

Friday, April 28, 2017

Friday

Eke!  We said we would have the house ready to photograph on Monday.  Part of me is completely stressed out by that idea, but if we don't have a deadline, we could "prep" forever, and I think another house in our neighborhood is about to go up for sale, so it's time.

Here's a question for you:  If someone tells you at the end of an interview that "they're hoping to reach a decision by next week," and it's now Friday of that week and you've heard absolutely nothing, has that ever not been a total blow-off?  No one ever hears a week later that something just came up right, and all the phones and email were down, so they couldn't let you know of the delay in any way short of smoke signals?  That never happens, right?  So I have just gotten the professional brush-off from another charity.  Don't worry--I'm not insane (mostly)--I'm not going to consider charities as an option anymore.  They don't generally pay well, expect long hours, and, apparently, value people even LESS than when I decided to leave charities in the first place, which is sort of amazing.

At least there's one positive thing about the job search saga:  it does make prepping the house NOT the least frustrating thing I'm doing right now.  Not by a long shot............

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Almost There

It's clean and ready,
 
but I don't really get to play in it now because I don't have time and sewing makes a huge mess, or at least it does when I do it.  It's so funny that I'm this sad about not being able to sew--I originally learned to sew in 4-H and HATED it.  I think I could have enjoyed it, but for my mother, it wasn't important just to learn something or--heaven forbid--just getting to enjoy something.  Nope, it had to be about earning a blue ribbon at the fair.  Not for my sake--for hers, because I didn't care.  But sewing 4-H was about her being AT me all the time about it constantly--no wonder I gave it up for showing cattle because it was outside and I could do it myself without her bothering me.  I actually liked the sewing part, but the whole experience was so hateful that I didn't attempt it again until I was well into my 30s.  I think the saddest part is that she still has my 4-H ribbons and won't throw them out even though I have asked her to do so--I guess they mean that much to her.  Heaven knows I don't want them and can't stand the sight of them. 

Speaking of getting rid of things, I found a quarter yard of the world's most obnoxious fabric,
and some acrylic yarn lurking in the back of one of the closets.  
These are from the puppet "kits" I made years and years ago for our youngest nieces and nephews.  They aren't listed in my stash anywhere, but I am totally counting them in my stash totals for the year.  I'm not clear why they were in that particular closet, but we're kind of at the last stages of cleaning when things don't really have to make sense.  Yesterday I had to text Andy to come and rescue me from our bedroom because he had removed the doorknobs to touch up the paint, and without thinking about it, I had closed the door and only LATER found out I couldn't open the mechanism without a knob.  At this rate, having strangers traipsing through our home might actually BE the more relaxing part of this endeavor--at least for us.  We're not really sure about the cats, but at least they have access to the backyard and we have the kitty pheromone spray that seems to help calm them.  And there's always the de-stress pills if that doesn't work.  

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

One Down

Thanks to my ever-present assistants,
the sewing room is done and ready for showing.  Now I just need to get all the rest of them finished.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

There Has Been Knitting!

I spent yesterday doing more house prepping, but I get tired and have to take breaks, which I normally spend job-hunting, but I have decided to take a break from that abuse and instead:
worked on the Begonia Swirl shawl.  It's down to just the last 10 rows, but they are LONG rows.  Still, a lot more satisfying than the job hunt.  I did sort of receive an update on the charity that stood me up for an interview, though not from the actual charity, of course, even after I had followed up with the regional manager about what had happened.  I'm using Indeed.com, and the website updated me that the position is no longer available on the charity's website.  This is how low things have gotten--the biggest courtesy I've received lately is from an automatic search engine.  It's so nice to be valued.

I think we'll be ready to list the house by the end of the week, which will be such a relief--although I guess then we have to deal with total strangers wandering through our house, so that might actually be even worse in some ways.  I see a LOT of long walks in my future.

Monday, April 24, 2017

New Life Lessons Learned:

1.  Given the right set of circumstances, one can starch the daylights out of carpet with water-soluble stabilizer and a tipped over water glass
 2.  Never decide to sell one's house in the middle of a sewing project:
3.  When you have packed your yarn stash away in a storage pod, the Knitting Gods will try to help you restore balance:
 4.  Look for the parts to rehang closet doors BEFORE you pack everything away, or have a spouse who is a really good guesser in hardware stores:
5. Even with most of my stuff packed away, my sewing room is STILL messier than any of the ones on Pinterest:
6.   There's a certain amount of tragedy in having a newly-cleaned and organized sewing room but no time to play in it:
7.  Some people might feel bad about finding fabric they don't remember.  My first thought, of course, was "Yippee!"
 8. Getting a house ready to sell can make one so thoroughly sick of the house that one will no longer be at all sad about selling.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Are You Sitting Down?

Yesterday I went to a quilt show and didn't buy ANYTHING.  Not even a pattern.  I don't think I was running a fever, but I didn't actually check.  If I hadn't been on a fabric-buying ban I might have bought something, but then again, it was so overwhelming that it might have been hard to decide on anything--we skipped the booths that had mostly fabric because it was just an overload.  THERE'S something I never thought I'd say.