Things have been quiet around this here blog lately, haven't they? Truthfully, there hasn't been much fibery activity going on. I've measured the warp for another stole, this time with a pattern of my own design, but really, that's it.
Last weekend was another weekend away, this time all the way to Philadelphia. My sister married a wonderful guy, and we wanted to be there. Lovely simple outdoor ceremony, beautiful bride, much excellent food. It was a long way to go for a day and a half of visiting, but worth it. And except for the fact that our return flight was delayed due to weather in Minneapolis, the airline lost my bag, and Shaun got a speeding ticket on the drive from Portland to La Grande, it was pretty stress-free traveling. Once again, Emma was a trooper and there was very little whining. We are, however, looking forward to staying home next weekend, for the first time in a month.
The major thing that has been happening in my life recently is the possibility of my returning to work. Not to put too fine a point on it- we need the money. Now that Emma's in preschool in the morning, it seemed like a good time for all of us to transition.
And so I applied for an environmental biologist job last week, with a consulting firm here in La Grande. I turned in my resume and cover letter last Wednesday, and got a call Monday morning to set up an interview. Eek!
I must admit, when I was driving away after dropping off my resume, I was suddenly choked with panic and second thoughts. WHAT was I thinking? Why would they even consider hiring me? I had to talk myself out of turning the car around and asking for my resume back, telling them "Never mind, I can't imagine what I was thinking, sorry for wasting your time..." Five years in pretty brainless part time work at Friday Harbor Labs, then a year here in Oregon of not working at all, does not do wonders for the self confidence.
Yet, the more rational part of me knows that I AM qualified for this job, and I could do it well. The description in the job advertisement, at least, sounds almost exactly like what I was doing at my last "real" job, back in North Carolina. I liked that job. I was good at it.
I'm still pretty nervous about the interview next Monday.