a job for now

Mr. V's nanny wanted Thursday and Friday off, so I'm going to be working those days. Ten hour days. That should be a good amount of money. He didn't say how much he was going to pay me, but I'm not going to let him get away with anything less than $10/hr, preferably $12. That will work out to be $200-$240 for two days work. Not too shabby.

Mrs. V wants me to work a day this weekend, so that will be good too. Especially since she was asking about me before their nanny took the time off. I like the idea of babysitting as a first choice much better than being a substitute nanny.

These days will also give me a definite opinion on whether I actually want to work for them. With the hours I work, I'll be sitting in the worst rush-hour traffic both going-to and coming-home from work. Yuck! I'll probably be out of my house 12 hours each day. Hopefully not. We'll see.

Maybe some good will come of this. After all, the world's quirky ways pretty much guarantee that this will interfere with an actual job, since I agreed to it in advance. Things always happen like that.

a phone call

Well, I got a voice mail last night. It seems our Mr. V would like me to work on Thursday and Friday, possibly the weekend too. I wonder if he means days or nights. I wonder if it will lead to something better.

It's Tuesday now. If I commit to working for him on Thursday and Friday, what are the odds that I'll get a new job between now and then? Not too high, I suppose. I do need money. And I have been wanting to watch that little boy.

I'm going to go call him back. Right now. Wish me luck.

hunting for a job

I haven't heard anything back from Mr. V. I need a job. At the very least, I need to make 2 more job contacts this week for my unemployment benefits. What to do?

I've avoided posting for a job on the site where I found my last job, simply because 1) my former employer is searching for a new nanny on that site already, and 2) last time I posted there, I had a job two days later.

Number 2 might not seem like a bad thing, but it kinda is. See, I'm a very loyal person. Meaning, if you hire me, I'm not going to go running off to accept another job, even if it's much better. And I just don't know if I'm ready to commit to someone. Plus, I'm still having mixed feelings about the whole nannying thing.

So should I just go get a crap non-nanny job and wait it out until I find a great family to work with? I've almost convinced myself that this is the way to go. Not quite, but almost.

Another problem is my wardrobe. I have the wardrobe of a nanny. NOT a professional wardrobe. This means that I can't really apply for an office job, since I would have two different outfits to alternate. Not very impressive.

I don't want a boring job! One of the best things about being a nanny is not being cooped up in an office. I want something casual...but well-paying. I love watching kids. I love doing crafts. I love to write. I love to bake. Someone hire me to be creative!

I know you're out there, perfect job. Present yourself.

can't stop dreaming about you

New dreams about the Q's, straight from my head to your eyes:

1. I receive a letter from Mr. Q saying that I need to give them $122 from that time I lost some of their money, because it really is my fault (DREAM ONLY, never happened). It had a few other items on the list that I owed them for. I responded with a letter demanding better severance and reimbursement for gas and other things I bought for their kids. It felt great to write it. Then I woke up.
2. I was hanging out at the coolest arcade/game center EVER (it was fictional, unfortunately, and I lack the money to open one up for real, even though it would be amazing and everyone would love it) and ran into the 9-year old Q boy - we'll call him Damon Q from now on. I entered the game room that he was playing in and joined his Dance Dance Revolution game. It was much like when Bobby Hill plays in Japan, with the same songs and all. He was excited to see me and I was going to hug him when the music started. Turns out I suck at dancing, so I just spun around in circles on one foot...there's a name for this, but I don't know what it is. But trust me, I was cool. Then I woke up.

Please stop haunting my dreams.

two zero zero seven

Here's to a great 2007 - may it be even better than the last year (and especially better than the last two weeks).

Happy New Year!