Oh dear! O.O halp!
I've been searching for a job since freaking May. It's been irritating, to say the least. Last night my husband and I were talking about a work-from-home option specifically for writers that's similar to the technical writing project work I've been doing all summer, and we decided it was the best option if I could get into it because:
1.) With a real job we will have to cancel our plans to see his family for a week at Thanksgiving and our best friends who we see maybe once or twice a year at New Year's.
2.) With a real job we'd have to kennel the dogs up for hours every day because we don't yet have a fenced yard to put them in while we're gone and can't trust them alone in the house. (pic related...)
3.) We'll be moving again in the summer, and we don't know where to. So any real job I'd get would be temporary at best. I already kinda look like a job-hopper on my resume.
4.) We want kids someday (Ok, so I want kids someday and he's trying hard not to look terrified every time I mention it) and with a real job they'd need an expensive daycare or babysitter.
If I got into this home-writing thing, my darling pooches could be free, I could be home with children, I could take it anywhere so traveling plans would never be a problem, and I could still make a very decent living.
I applied for the at-home job this morning. This afternoon I got a call about a job (FINALLY!) at a bagel shop on campus. I agreed to the interview, but then what if they want me and then the other thing works out? Damn damn damn!