Zoe hasn’t said how SHE feels about having to share Mommy with another baby, but I don’t think she’s going to be very enthusiastic. Dylan STILL doesn’t like that idea at all. Perhaps he would let US keep this one. He wouldn’t let us keep Zoe or Jacob (grin). Jacob has become resigned to it and, indeed, is a very good big brother to and protector of Zoe.
Archive for February, 2012
I’ve often thought that I’d love to do some full-time gardening and chicken growing and egg selling, etc. HOWEVER, the pay is (very) low, the hours are very long, and who knows if I’d even make a profit? It’s waaaay more probable that I’d end up even broker than I am now which is pretty dang broke.
How broke is that, you ask? Well, SwampMan went and bought some cage-making wire, books about raising rabbits, and finally some rabbits. I had been asking SwampMan all week long how much money he had in the bank because the feed price increase and grocery increase and gas increase has done eat up my paycheck. (My bring home paycheck for two weeks with insurance and retirement and vacation days in the summer deducted is about the same as other peoples’ one week bring home pay. As a matter of fact, it’s about what my son earns in one and half days, and he didn’t even have to finish college for his paycheck.)
“Don’t worry about it!” SwampMan said in reply to my queries. “Just spend what you need.” Well, okay then. He must have hundreds stashed away, right? WHY in the name of All That Is Holy can’t he just tell me an amount? Now I have no gas, no feed, and no milk, and found out that he has all of $178. Only he doesn’t really HAVE $178 because I paid the farrier $40 from his checkbook instead of cancelling per his instructions. I bought some groceries ($80 some dollars worth) from Winn Dixie with his checkbook because mine was empty per his instructions. It costs us both $80 to fill up with gas, and I am out of feed which is @ $100. We will be eating fried eggs, scrambled eggs, boiled eggs, poached eggs, egg salad without the salad, deviled eggs….well, you get the picture. We will also be having chicken and rice, broiled chicken, oven-fried chicken, etc. And lots of greens. Puppy is getting tired of eating eggs, so he’ll have to alternate with beef hearts. SwampMan got a case of beef hearts last week for Puppy, so he’ll have no worries.
*sigh* No, SwampMan ain’t no financial genius, that’s for sure. He thinks there’s something vaguely sinful about money, so he tries to get rid of it as soon as possible. He’s been very successful in that department.
Anyway, I’ve been worried about our finances and what our next step should be. It would honestly be very difficult for me to take on a second job or even another primary job because of my parents’ health and the ongoing need for me to take care of my stepdad when mom needs to make her doctor’s appointments. I’m also planning to take a month off when SwampDaughter’s fourth is born because she’s going to need help. A LOT of help, since Zoe will only be 18 months old.
So, former daughter-in-law called about opening a daycare. Some folks that I gave a dozen eggs to stopped by to tell me that they would buy all I had to sell, or I could sell them at their booth at the flea market. Hunh. Maybe between selling eggs, rabbits, lambs, veggies, flowers, doing spinning demonstrations, doing some odd jobs, heck, I might make it all the way up to the poverty line.
I do not have a Facebook page. There’s a reason for that. It is ridiculously easy to express an opinion in public that is contrary to the Official Public Thought of the workplace, so I have contented myself by having contrary thoughts expressed in a more private forum. I have LOTS of contrary thoughts.
It came as a surprise to me, therefore, to find out when reading a book about making life changes and choosing the life I want, yada yada upchuck, that NOT having a Facebook page could result in a company not considering me as a candidate because it would indicate that I’m behind the times and unable to cope with technology.
I’m not sure how a Facebook page with countless entries of “Swampie read 4 articles!” and “Swampie liked this book and this movie!” or “The Sheep Shearer is in town–hooray!” would make me more employable and, indeed, I think it could possibly cause an investigator to expire out of sheer boredom. “Hello, Ajax Widget Company? This is SwampWoman. I applied for a job as Kneecapper in the Collections Department and have not heard from you. Were the letters of recommendation citing my kneecapping techniques from the kneecapees insufficiently enthusiastic? I’ll give them a call. I’m sure they’ll be quite cooperative if you wish to contact them in person….”
“No, that will be sufficient, Miz SwampWoman. We had five investigators that do online research of our prospective employees and, after the fourth investigator died of boredom while checking your Facebook page, we decided that we did not wish to risk the life of our remaining investigator. We’ve decided to hire somebody whose Facebook page showed her drinking on the job and flashing her fellow employees who have obligingly provided films on YouTube. We believe that this shows that she is up to date with technology and she would be a kneecapper who would be lots of fun at the company picnic which could translate to great company publicity.”
Maybe I could make a Facebook page with me looking all professional (well, per the standards of whatever profession is hiring that week) and maybe throw in a YouTube video or two.
Okay, y’all, the FCAT is coming, so: