Dishwasher neurosis

I have dishwasher issues. I mean, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that, but every time my mom visits, she does dishes, but it’s never helpful because I end up doing them over again, the right way. I mean, for one, she’ll emtpy/fill the dishwasher when she wakes up, which is often sometime between 5 & 6 am. I remember one morning, dave and I listening to her slam dishes into our (steel, don’t forget) cabinets and Dave saying, in that dry way of his, "I didn’t think we had that many dishes." She’s just loud, I’ve vented about that before, but anyway. I have, for YEARS told her to not TOUCH my dishwasher, because I have a list of rules about it. For one, the only thing in the dishwasher is tableware. Pots, pans, wooden spoons, spatulas, etc… do not go in the dishwasher. The Good Knives never do, especially not blade up, but both dave and I have been bitten by that particular bug before.

So, to illustrate my insanity point, I took pictures.

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My mom’s version. No attention to space usage, unless "expose as much surface area to lower jets as possible.

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Bottom rack: dishes are all facing out, there’s a BOWL, big plates crammed into small plate spaces.  It’s important to note that at this point, my mom will start harping on me to run the dishwasher, because "it’s full."

And now, the RIGHT WAY:

Dsc_9005 Drinking vessels line the sides, with the handles turned to allow maximum capacity. Vessels are tucked between the outer prongs and the edge, not dangling over/off of them. The bowl-braid allows for maximum bowls, but allows water and detergent to still flow freely. There is a rare, but allowable, placement of drinking vessels at the back of the rack.

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Bottom rack: Plates face in, towards the jets. NO BOWLS. little plates in the little slots. I didn’t run it at this time, because the back had to be filled. I will run metal mixing bowls and glass pie plates/casserole dishes when there’s a gap like that.

Yes. I am neurotic. Interview with HR at 9. Good vibes, please.

A good start

This jacket, in black, these pants, also in black, this shirt in the french blue (I guess they call it batik blue) and this cami in ruby red.  It certainly gives me some options, and I love love loved the button-up shirt, because I haven’t had one of those fit in a million years, and it fit really, really well. Usually if they fit in the boobs, the sleeves are way too long, or they fit because they are a circus tent with a collar and have no definition, but that shirt is shaped, and fits justright. I totally want more, but I’ll have to wait for a paycheck for that, since we are seriously running on E right now. I want our tax info to hurry the fuck up so that I can finish our taxes (new baby and my income of less than 8k = return city!) and get that, and if I get called to sub this week, I will. Of course, if it’s not Tuesday or Wednesday, since I have interview and student teaching thing on those days.

Oh, and I also looked at shoes. Kate’s comment pointed me to aerosoles, which have the WORST names ever, seriously, all bad puns like "elbow crease" or "ballcelona," which both sound dirty as hell. I would totally not at all be surprised if there was one called "Scrota-riffic" or "Endangered Feces."  Anyway, I tried them on solely (ha! I kill me) to figure out how they ran for my feet, and am now looking at maybe something like these. I tried on a higher heel, which I could handle as long as it was a stacked heel, and not a golf-tee I was trying to balance on.

So! I now have at least a week’s worth of clothes, should I get the job. That’s cool. And should I get the job, I am so totally ordering more of those button up shirts. They are that good for me.

Wardrobe

Thanks for the thoughts on salaries, etc. It’s just so WEIRD to be even there, you know? More good news, too, in that my advisor emailed today to say she hadn’t yet written my reference letter (I’d asked for a generic one for my files) but "I did give you a great recommendation for Private College." Which means that they are calling my references, so, yay.  With the money thing, for the last 5 years, I’ve made … not much. Americorps (small stipend), teaching (contracted wage, about average for the state), GA (stipend), LLBean (may have even lost money on that deal. Great discount!). I have zero perspective on the scene, truly, but am taking Ann’s advice (and Jeanne’s) to shoot for at least what I’d make teaching with a Master’s.  That gives me a good frame of reference.

My mom gave me a giftcard to Lame Giant before she left, and with a coupon I have "$50 off purchse of $150," I’m planning to go on Sunday to look for some work clothes. Teaching, I pretty much lived in khakis and a v-neck long sleeve t-shirt, but I’m feeling like this will require more professional clothes. I’d planned on going today, while Ingrid was at daycare, but windchills of 30 below kept us inside. So, instead, I’m window shopping online. I’m thinking I need at least one pair of black pants, and a couple button downs. Maybe these (jeanne says cuffs) and some of these? I’m looking for classic, and LB veers wildly from classic to trashy, it seems. Maybe a jacket, too? Jeanne also thinks I need shoes other than Danskos, and even FANCY Danskos don’t count, it seems. Dammit.

What are the staples of your professional wardrobe? I’m not anywhere near where i want to be weight/size wise, so i don’t want to spend a ton of money, but I also know that I won’t magically shrink in 2 weeks, so I should dress well despite being a size I don’t like. (I’ve seen What Not to Wear, oh yes. It’s one of the shows I wish I had cable for…) What should I have? I’m fortunate that the office I’m in will be air conditioned (it’s a rarity up here, and on that campus, even) but, I will be pumping so ‘shift dress’ won’t work at all. I have already the pants, blazer and cami I wore to the interview, as well as a basic brown short that goes well with the pants for a less formal look. Any ideas?

Rooooocked.

I rocked the interview. ROCKED IT. I’m sure of it.

The skinny is that yes, this is half grunt work, half professional work. But after talking with the Chief Academic Officer, I would totally take this job. This school is working to add more graduate/professional programs, pharmacy and law for two, and is on the cusp of a huge growth spurt. The CAO is new (replacing, incidentatlly, my next-door neighbor’s brother, who died last year, after being CAO forever) really forward thinking, and is determined to upgrade the technology at this school. Dude, they don’t even have WIRELESS yet. No joke. He wants laptops, bookless classes, every student to graduate with an electronic portfolio, as he said, holding up my paper resume "this is going to be the old way of finding a job!" [I sent a letter/resume online, as well as my paper copy, and both had links to, you know, MY electronic portfolio . . ] The CAO and I really clicked in our conversation about what isntructional technology means, definitely on the same page with that, and, yeah, definitely clicked.

(Okay, while typing this they called to schedule an interview with the HR director, and she called it ‘the last interview,’ which will be next Tuesday at 9. Did I mention that the posting said they were taking apps til the 26th? you know, tomorrow?)

At the end of meeting all these people, I asked the first (registrar) about compensation, because, hi, it’s important. And her answer was "it depends on the applicant, their education and experience…" which was good enough for me. I was worried about being an admin assistant, with base admin assistant pay, but with IT duties, and clearly, that won’t be the case.  But damn, I hope this HR meeting isn’t "what do you expect to be paid" because I have NO CLUE what I should expect to be paid, and wouldn’t want to overestimate my way out of a job, or undercut myself. And salarywizards, etc, don’t work for me because of what I do and where I live.  I also asked about work/family balance, because it IS mt first job as a mama, and that does matter.  The answer was good for that, too — some schedule flexibility, they understand about kids and daycare and illness. The office I’d be in has two other women, both with kids under 3.  Still not sure where I’d pump, but I’ll figure it out.

Anyway, I’m about 99.99% sure that this job is mine to refuse. I don’t even know what the HR interview would entail, since I met with the important people already, and they’ve pushed me through to HR. I just hope to god it’s not "How much do you want to make?"

Interview pt 2

Hee, I wasn’t on AIM to talk wardrobe with Jeanne lastnight, because I was actually figuring out my wardrobe at the mall.  I had, on hand, these brown herringbone pants, and also this corduroy blazer, in chocolate.  I’d worn the pants with a basic brown shirt to the funeral, but it looked much frumpy-dumpier than I wanted to look at the interview. The manager at Lame Giant helped me out, steering me away from a white shirt (since the pants are cream/brown) and instead to a cream-colored camisole top, a nice belt, and a necklace, and sent me home to try it camisole/short or camisole/blazer. (And, dammit! LB.com is down, or something, because I was going to have links to that, too…) Anyway, the necklace is silver wirey type, withchunky stones in shades of orange, brown, etc. It’s actually called "Shades of coral," but the pic online looks more symmetrical, and longer than it does on me. (Oh, hey! Their site is down, but I still have the link to the necklace, so maybe it will work when this posts.) I wanted to read "professional, not stuffy, and a touch creative" and I think that all that together works…

THen I started freaking out, more. I searched their staff directory for the specific position, and found no one listed. I did find an "Admin assistant/data specialist" and a straight up "instructional technologist," so now I’m feeling a littler nervous. I don’t want an 8/hr job, you know? And I wouldn’t take it if that were the case. On the other hand, it DID require a "bachelor’s degree, minimum" which reads to me "but we’d like more…" and admin assistants don’t usually require a bachelor’s, right?  I just have zero idea of what to expect compensation wise,a nd will absolutely die if they ask ME about it, because I have zero clue what the position should pay, you know? I’m thinking because it’s higher ed, they won’t ask me my salary requirements, but still, that freaks me out.

I did do a dry run of getting there, figuring out the parking, the building, all of that, which is way easier than dealing with UM (which is a good 5x bigger than this place, but still… no surprises, you know?)

Interview

So, I spent day 2 of Ingrid’s Transition by dropping off the rest of the paperwork to the school department, coming home and ahem, having a nice lunch hour with Dave, wink wink ("Daycare is AWESOME!"), then actually eating lunch at the radiator cafe, before getting groceries and going to pick up Ingrid. When I got there, Ingrid had JUST fallen asleep, so I decided to let sleeping babies lie, and go home to put away the groceries. (Again, how awesome that this daycare is THAT close?!) When I got home, I thought, "oh, I should just CHECK the caller ID" and there was a weird number, so I checked the messages and heard:

"Hi, this message is for gretchen, this is NAME at Private College, and we received your resume and would like to schedule an interview as soon as possible, and we’re hoping Thursday at 8 am. Please call blah blah blah."

!!!!!!!

I called Dave first, to make sure he could do a daycare dropoff (yes) and then called back with my best "I’m totally professional and capable and didn’t forget to re-hook a bra flap after pumping earlier" voice, where I got directions, and was told that I will meet first with the registrar, then the chief academic officer, and then the head of IT. Whoa. That’s a lot of people!  Especially considering that they are taking resumes until Friday….

Now I’m freaking out about clothes, and wish so much that I had someone like Amy or Kate here to go shopping with me, or to just help me put together an outfit, because I am SO not that person when it comes to fashion. Ugh.

Interview!!!!

Survived

Daycare went totally fine. She was there for about 5 hours, had a 30 minute nap (which is her typical nap length) ate some lunch, had 4oz of EBM, and only got a little pissy just before I got there. AND, when I did get there she was with a teacher, and only really CRIED when I took 60 seconds to hear about her day before scooping her up. Once scooped, she was fine. I am glad we have some transition time, though.

Of course, man, having 5 hours during a weekday without a baby to wrangle=PRODUCTIVITY! I went from the daycare to Staples, made copies of all the crap I had to make copies of. Then to the vet, for a sharps exchange, and to campus by way of a Dunkin Donuts drive through.  I went to Student Records to get copies of my transcripts, and they have this kiosk thing attached, but outside of, the main records office where you deal with stuff like transcripts. I asked the girl there for 4 copies, and she started printing, and a voice from the big office hollered out for her to stop. The paper had been put in wrong, so we waited a second, and the voice said "okay!" and she kept printing. The voice then came out with my copies — and since she’d dealt with the paper weirdness, she saw my name, and realized she had a little something for me on her desk that was to be mailed this week….. and that would be degree. !!! I did a stupid little dance, and checked it for typos and THAT put me in a good mood. From there, I went to City Hall to get applications for subbing and tutoring, and then I went home to fill those out. Tutoring requires a copy of my teaching certificate, which needs to be renewed, and updated with my graduate degree, but because my two years of teaching was technically 1.5 I’m still provisional blah blah blah, send us your transcripts and $100 and we’ll get that out to you. (Also? It’d be really, really cool if the DOE staff didnt use phrases like "You wasn’t" in every other sentence. Ahem.) Went back to City Hall with the sub application, explained the cert issue as it pertained to the tutoring app, and she said to fill out the tutoring one anyway, and bring in the cert whenever. Since I have all the necessary pieces for certification in the application, it’s clear that I am certfifiable.  After that, I picked up Ingrid at daycare and came home, and that was that, ta-daaaa.

But, there’s a story about getting my transcripts.  I’ve written about her before, but my whole academic career I’ve been followed by this chick named… we’ll call her Jan. As an undergrad, Jan and I had all the same classes in our last year of the education degree, and in every class, I’d say something, offer something to the class, and she would immediately follow it with something tangentially related, but said in this haughty "I am smarter than you" way. It was really, really weird. Other classmates noticed it, and were always like "what’s Jan’s deal with you, anyway?" I have no idea. She delayed her student teaching, but had Marilyn the semester after I student taught, and I did one of my tech-presentations-for-Marilyn’s-students that I’ve done for a few years now. I showed my senior project, a portaportal page for new teachers in Maine, and all the students were excited about it. (Dude, I showed them where to find out current negotiated salary scales for schools in Maine. That’s cool.) She kept interjecting througout the presentation, and Marilyn — way laid back — finally tried to shut her up by saying something. ANyway, I’m showing the portaportal features, and Jan is all "I HAVE ONE TOO!" and gives us her guest name, and …. it’s emtpy except for a TFA link. No shit. Afterwards, Marilyn was all "What is the deal with Jan?" It was noticeable. FOr years. This Jan shit.

Last year, I was put on all these committees, and guess who got a spot on those committees, now a grad student in Higher Ed (or Ed Leadership. Or something. She’s probably changed again.)JAN. After 5 years of it, it’s funny.

Now, the university also has this on campus display, this "Faces of UMaine" thing, where all over campus are these giant 16×20 headshots of a graduate, with a quote about how going to UM made them give the best head, ever, or whatever, and they are ALL. OVER.

I walk into the building where Student Records is today, to get my transcripts that reflect my degree, and then my actual degree, and whose face is on one of those displays.

Mother. Fucking. Jan.

Of course, her tagline said "Graduate Student," and ha! I’m a damn graduate, JAN. I told Dave (one time we went to the movies and this girl in front of us spent the whole time talking and being annoying, and when the lights came up? JAN) who laughed, and I emailed Marilyn, who will certainly get a kick out of it.

Oh, but! The other thing is that I’d emailed Marilyn to give her a heads up that I’m handing out her name to anyone who will take it as a reference, and I mentioned the places I’d applied (temping, school dept jobs, private college) and she emailed be right away to ask about the private college job, and I wrote back with the description (as I’d posted here a few days ago) and then she emailed ME back to say "I just sent a letter to the education
head at Private College.   Hope she reads her mail.  I worked for her last year.
Any little thing helps!!!"  (She is a consultant for them… let’s hope they liked her ideas.)

So, yay! Something Will Happen. I will get a job, eventually. And it will be good.

ETA: Jan! You can guess which one she is.

Daycare Day

Daycare starts today. Since it’s the very first day for this daycare, ever, Ingrid and I are hanging back to let the working folks through. Or, that’s my excuse. Really, though, this was also the start of moving back our waking time, and I’ve never woken Ingrid up before (well, getting out of the car sometimes, but never from her night sleep) and she was actually pretty cheerful about it. We had a sort of rough night, where she woke up at 2:30 to not nurse, but to just talk to me for 10 minutes. It was weird. I staggered in, latched her on, and she looked up at me, popped off and sat up  and just babbled for a while, I gave her her paci and put her in bed, and boom, she was out. Maybe she had a cool dream?

Anyway, waking up at 7 (oh, I know, I know… we’re trying to roll back to 6 eventually) means that the house is much colder than it is when we get out of bed around 8:15. I got her dressed and tried breakfast for the first time (for her) which sort of added to the confusion of her morning. She ate some, squealed at the kitty, smiled at her daddy, and was in a good mood. I just put her down for a nap, when I was done getting ready she looked pretty bleary-eyed, and I figured it was better to take a well-rested baby to her first day of daycare than an "I need a nap, yesterday!" baby.

I have everything in a big Bean bag, her two crib sheets, backup clothes, diapers, wipes, diaper cream, empty bottles, sippy cup, paci, fuzzy blanket, snowsuit, blah blah blaaaaaah… she’ll be fine. I *KNOW* she’ll be fine.

While she’s there, I have a list of errands to run (so much easier to swap out a ub of used syringes at the vet if Ingrid isn’t with me), I’m going to get my updated, COMPLETE, transcripts from the uni, make copies of all of my reference letters and test scores and certifications, and swing by the super’s office to get the subbing application. Honestly, if I could get 4 days of subbing while I look for a real job, that would be great. I’d be picking up Ing by 3, making enough to pay for childcare +extra, and not locked in to a job, but able to scope out the local schools. THere are 2 within walking distance (well, really, technically they are ALL within walking distance) but two just two blocks away. They don’t interview for subbing, you just have letters of reference, a 4year degree (in anything), and your fingerprinting certificate, which I have. (Not only do I have all that, I have it in hand — I was sure tracking down the paperwork would be a nightmare, since I was So Done with teaching when I finished in 2005, but no, I at least saw through the disillusionment to put all that stuff in a folder, and in a filing cabinet!) I’ll check in with the temp agency, go to target, probably, come home to pump (the big boondoggle with subbing is trying to figure out pumping, not necessarily even enough to keep Ingrid in 100% EBM, but just to take the edge off and maintain supply, and schools have very few private spaces) and then pick up Ingrid from her daycare.

I am confident about the center — my SIL actually saw it featured on the news, and said she immediately thought "that sounds like a place Gretchen would love!" (the montessori/reggia/attachment influences) and thought it was beautiful too.  It’s going to Be Fine. Lightening the mental load considerably would be word of A Job, though.

Oh, and? Dave and I drove through the Honda lot yesterday, and I loooooove the 07 CR-V, even after seeing it in person, so that’s on deck for…. next year. We just need to keep the outback going til then (and then that makes our goal of one-car-payment-at-a-time more doable, too, since Dave’s car will be paid off in a little over a year.) It’s pretty sweet, and I don’t like the older models for a few reasons, sort of more truck-like, and I really don’t like those rear mounted tires, which the older models have. And, 2007 Hondas have 3 sets of LATCH in the back, finally adding center LATCH, which pleases the car-seat nut in me to no end.

Alright. Daycare. Right.

Fueling the Fire

Yeah, yeah, I KNOW. I NEED A JOB. But I’ve essentially decided that I want the CR-V, and not just ANY CR-V, but the 2007 CR-V. This wouldn’t happen til at least September, I’m thinking, but seriously, this is what the Edmunds.com review says:

Although the all-new, third-generation 2007 Honda CR-V is likely to
appeal to buyers of all ages and both genders, Honda’s target audience
for its redesigned small SUV is women in their early 30s with a child
under two
. And when you drive the new CR-V, it’s obvious the company
had this audience in mind from the very beginning.

Hmm, yes, that would be ME. In looking back at the different models, the truck-like appearance appeals NOT AT ALL, whereas this new model is much more car-like. And dude, has center-LATCH anchors (3 sets across!) which means not one thing to anyone that DOESN’T have a kid, I’m sure.

Dave totally understands the stupid thrill of researching new cars, he does it ALL the time, and last night was like "we should go look at the CR-V!" Everytime I mention it, it’s stated, out loud, that this is totally my way of coping with daycare, going back to work, etc, and that he shouldn’t fear coming home and finding I’ve traded in, oh, the house, for a new car. Of course, his thrill extends to his job, where he sees all the new car stuff, spends lots of time on car lots, and even drives a lot or new cars when he’s working. (He doesn’t only do car commercials, but he does a lot, and does all of them for the company that deals Honda.) So, tomorrow we’re going to go look in the windows at the Honda place, because we are HUGE geeks, and are into virtual car-buying.

I’m also getting Ingrid’s stuff ready for daycare, my Mabel’s Labels came in yesterday, just in time, so I’ve labeled her bottles and sippy cup (Oh! Today she figured out haw to use the straw-based Nuby cup! I’m so proud!) and I’m writing her name in stuff, getting everything ready, along with a list of questions. At the uni, I could leave food there, in the kitchen, and then she had a cubby for her coat and backup clothes and all of that. At this place, I saw her cubby (smaller than the uni one) but I’m hoping I can leave food there, like "hey, just feed her one of these jars and some of this oatmeal and a few of those veggie puffs" but we’ll see. In doing that, I’m bib-shopping (I know, shut up) because we’ve been using the little cotton bibs for now, but they A)generate a ton of laundry and B) do nothing for her sleeves, when she’s chasing avocado and blueberries all over her tray. I have these Bumkins sleeved bibs in my Amazon cart, but haven’t yet pulled the trigger. I’m thinking of getting two, one for home and one for daycare, with the thought that they can just be wiped down daily, and then maybe washed weekly. Anyone have any experience?

The next big, giant, HUGE worry is about the new morning routine. Where before, we wake up just as Dave is leaving for work, we are going to all need to be getting up earlier. The plan is for everyone to get up at 6, I take a shower, Dave dresses the baby. I get dressed, Dave takes a shower, I feed the baby, Dave takes the baby to daycare, I go to work. There will be a nurse-up in there, I’m thinking, but I realllly hope that this doesn’t mean that suddenly Ingrid needs to go to bed earlier, because that will wreck me. (Currently, she goes to bed at 7ish) Instead, I’m hoping she consolidates her naps a little better, and maybe sleeps more during the day, so that I get her more at night.   This coming week, I don’t have any work scheduled (yet, knock on wood) so I think we’ll try a transition to an earlier wake up time for all of us, maybe trying 7am on Monday, I’ll take her to daycare, and then go to the super’s office to see about subbing, do some housework or something, just to let Ingrid get accustomed to her daycare gradually. I’m going to miss her, though.

I better have an awesome car this time next year.

8 months

Dear Ingrid,

Today you are 8 months old, and it was our last weekday at home, just you and me, before you start daycare on Monday. It snowed, and we picked up Grandma and Grandpa from the airport, both of them way more interested in seeing you than me, or their car, or anything else. In fact, I had to tell you grandpa to "please, turn around and sit in your seat!" because he was so excited to see you after a 2 week hiatus.

I cannot believe how quickly you change, and yet how much of that tiny baby I held in my arms for the first time, 8 months ago, can be seen in you, still. You love to sit, have no interest in crawling, but you love to talk to us now. We’ve spent the last two weeks screeching in tune with each other, or having long conversations of "eh?" being volleyed back and forth.

You know what my glasses are, now, and in the mornings when we wake up, you get so excited to see me put them on.  I’ve even started letting you get my glasses. I fly you over to the nighstand, and you study all the temptations on it, and when I say "Get mama’s glasses!" you forgo the remote, the receipts, the post-it pad, the lotion tube and the pill bottle, and reach out your fingers like a little restaurant-lobby-claw game, plucking my glasses from the pile and then, of course, trying to eat them.

You have a favorite book, it seems. "Where is baby’s bellybutton?" is the first one you seem to recognize as having a value beyond "delicious," and you have quickly learned how to pull back the flaps. I left the room for a few minutes the other day (easy to do when you don’t crawl yet!) and came back to find that you’d found the book amongst your toys, opened it on your lap rightside up (granted, that was probably a fluke), and looking at the faces and talking to the babies on the pages. "Eh! Eh! EEEEEEpffffff Eh?" 

In this month, you celebrated your first Christmas, and your first New Year. There was lots of happiness: aunt kate was so happy to see you, and you’d grown so much! And you saw all of your cousins on your dad’s side on Christmas Eve, and Grandma and Grandpa were with us for Christmas day. There was sadness too, with our cousin Colson’s death, and the funeral that followed. And in between those events, you were sick, and had your first ER visit (luckily, just a fever).  In sad times, though, you managed to bring smiles to so many faces.

You start daycare on Monday, for-real daycare this time, not like the campus daycare situation. Your caregivers seem kind and smart and caring, and the building and grounds are beautiful. I hope that I find a job that offers some flexibility, because I will miss our storytimes and massage class. I will especially miss lazy mornings, with you getting a nurse-up in the big bed before we start the day, and after Daddy has left.  Those quiet moments are the ones that I carry with me at all times, the ones I hope to never forget, the ones that make me content to be Ingrid’s Mama. In those moments, my degrees don’t matter, my looks, my income, my weight — in those moments I am exactly the person I’ve always wanted to be, with the person I always wanted to be with, I just didn’t know it yet.

I love you, Ingrid.

Love, Mama