Job hunting.

Looking for a job and actually getting hired is like looking for a needle in a hay stack.  You tweak your resume for the 90th time to make sure you are advertising yourself in the best way possible.  you write you 147th cover letter explaining why you are the best candidate for the position listed or for the company.  You search high and low for job opening.  You apply to places that are not even listing opening.  You send your resume to many more places. 
And yet you still have the ability to sleep in for as long as your cute little offspring will let you.  This morning, that was 9:45am. 
When interviewing for a job you always want to look your best so you do your hair, you put on make up, and wear your best looking clothes. And while you are sitting waiting to meet with the person that may hold the key to your future you run through potential interview questions and answets, just to feel more prepared.  But then it hits you, "do I even want this job?"  Many people don't care what the answer to that question is, a job is a job and an income is an income.  But today while I sit to be interviewed to work in a call center that question keeps nagging me. 
Sure extra income would be nice, but my husband and I do not need it.  I was perfectly fine with selling cars, even excited about the prospect.  But I have worked in a call center before and I hated every minute of urn. Do I want to add more dread and despair to my life?  Not really.  But do I really want to give up the opportunity to be employed again?  And this tug and pull of my brain keep going around and around in the wash basin that is my brain.  Currently it is in the soak cycle, because as I write this I haven't even been interviewed yet. 
What would you do?  Would you interview for a job you know you don't want?  If hired, would you accept the job?  Especially if you didn't need the job? Or would you keep looking for something you would actually enjoy?

One Week.

Tomorrow will make one week since I said goodbye and so much has happened since he stepped on a bus.  Most of it is good, some of it is sad.
As many of you know, I moved to Florida to live with my parents to 1) have emotional support and 2) save money.  Moving in has taking a toll on me.  I haven't lived with my parents in over 5 years, not officially anyways.  I even changed my address away from my parents officially almost 4 years ago when I married my wonderful Marine.  And in 5 years I started my own home and my parents and niece have only expanded their own to suit their own needs.  I have had to remove things, move things, build things (with the help of my dad), buy things, and I am still not done.  My parents' living room and bonus room and my dad's garage look like their office/craft room barfed all over it.  And I just keep chugging, but I can't seem to get anything done (except that I do, you just can't tell).  My car still has a ton of stuff in it that needs to come out.  But I will get it done.
I am giving myself until next Monday to get everything organizational wise done.  I want to see my floor and be able to scrapbook or write a letter or whatever on my desk without having ten millions piles of crap.  At least at this moment I can tell you where my underwear are and my jeans are and my socks are, not much else, but at least those things.  Oh and I can tell you were my cell phone is at almost all times.
But in between all of this organizing, I have talked to my husband quite a bit.  And he is safe.  He is healthy.  And he is just as he was when he left me, which is just the way I like it.  We have spoken on both the internet, text messaging (he has an awesome app on his iPod that allows him to text for free), and I even got a phone call today.  A PHONE CALL!  This was more exciting for me than I ever thought it would be.  It was the best start to my day I could have ever asked for.  And while we were on the phone Maggie was running around saying my parents dogs name, Sadie.  It comes out adie, but it was really special that Scott got to hear it.
And speaking of Maggie, she is adjusting well- excellent in fact.  She has learned to go up and down the stairs (there are 4 of them) and roam the house.  She even plays in her room here because that is where her toys are.  She loves the dog.  She uses the dog as a couch, a teddy bear, and everything in between.  Maggie is even trying to learn how to throw a ball so she can play fetch with Sadie.  And Maggie has cut her 7th tooth, a molar I think.  Her eighth tooth is on the way, I can feel it.
Oh and I went to Weight Watchers on Saturday and I have not gained any weight.  I am finding it really hard to track food again, but I am going to give myself this week and start again on Saturday, which is my weigh in day.
That is all for now, it was just a huge vomit of my week.