Long time, no see

Wow, time really got away from me this time. I had been so worn out after work that I passed out after the kids go to bed. Then last week the hubs and I discovered that NBC has every single episode of Heroes on their website, so we watched ALL 23 episodes last week. We know we're lame, and we're ok with that.

My paternal grandparents came over this past weekend. My grandmother's family was having a reunion in a town about an hour north of where we live. Before the actual reunion/supper we gathered at a museum that was dedicated to my grandmother's ancestors who immigrated to America from Germany/Austria in the 1700s. They fled Europe because they were persecuted for being Lutherans and were afraid for their lives. It was really neat to see all that history and to see that I was even listed in the book of descendants. I took a ton of pictures but I promise I won't bore you with all of them.

The sign at the entrance of the museum:



The original wing of the church. That's my cute little grandpa walking out the door.


The sign on the church door. According to the guide, this church has the longest continuing congregation in the United States.


Spinning wheel.


Original mill house.


It wouldn't be an original Miga post if I didn't put an embarrassing Caleb picture on here. He hitched a ride on his sister's back and bared his butt crack to the world. I couldn't resist snapping a picture.
It was nice to see my grandparents and other family. Even if I did feel a tiny bit guilty that I don't practice any religion after seeing all that my ancestors went through for their beliefs.

Overheard in my house

"Daddy! You have a penis, just like me!"

"Uh, yep. I sure do."

"Mama and Sissy lost their penises."

"Ummmm, I don't think they lost them. Girls just don't have penises. Only boys have a penis."

"Well, that's ok. They can go to the penis store and get a new one!"

Chicken nuggets and corn dogs

So.

Uhhhh.

Work?

It's kickin my behind.

I've only been there three days and I'm exhausted. It's not the actual work tiring me out, it's more the stress of a new place, learning new and "important" things, new people (I'm a total introvert, so it's hard to force myself to interact) all mixed with my usual insomnia. Makes for a great combination.

To make matters more interesting, I can't poop when I'm stressed. Right now I'm walking around looking like I'm five months pregnant and my clothes are too tight. Ex-lax is out of the question. Really, like I need to have uncontrollable diarrhea in a public restroom? No thanks, I'll just drink more water and try to remember to breathe during the day.

I'm enjoying the actual work and everyone has been really nice. (I've even been treated to TWO company lunches so far!)

What's really sad about the whole situation? The best part of my entire first day was when I was told that I get to delegate some admin work. It was like I had an "I've arrived" moment. I'm still a low person on the totem pole, but I'm not the lowest anymore. It's a great feeling to actually see all these years of hard work pay off a little.

Also? I appreciate my kids more. I'm so happy to see Logan's toothless grin when I walk in the door.

And the other two kids? Well, let's just say it's a good thing they like chicken nuggets and corn dogs because it's all I'm cooking for a while.

Yeehaw Ya'll!

I gots me a jay-oh-bee!

(Have I mentioned I'm from Georgia?)

Anyway, it's been a long month, with regards to the job hunt.

The first job I told you about? I went to the interview, took a typing test and waited. and waited. So I called. HR director said he was just waiting for the CFO to be in the office so he could run his picks by her.

Tuesday: (A week later) I get a call from the HR director. He wanted to know if I was still interested in the job. I say yes. He says great. CFO will be calling me personally to set up interview. I get confirmation email.

Wednesday: I get a phone call. From job #2. They want to know if I can come in for an interview. I say sure. Can't hurt right? Still no call from job #1.

Thursday:Go to interview for job #2. Told to expect an answer late Monday afternoon. Still no word from job #1.

Friday: Get phone call from job #3 ( a staffing agency). Can I come to Savannah Monday to take placement tests? Why the heck not? Sure, I'll be there.

Monday morning: Get phone call from job #2. Do I have references they can contact? Sure, I'll email you my reference page. Take kids to doctor for check-up. Wait one hour in waiting room with little sickies running around my healthy kids.

Monday afternoon: Rush home, get ready. Drive to Savannah. Take 3 hours worth of tests, fill out enough paperwork to apply for a mortgage. Told not good enough for bank job, thanks anyway. Still no word from job #1. No word from job #2.

Tuesday. No word from anyone. Call job #2 at 4pm to "make sure they got my references" ::cough, cough:: Yep, they got them. Just can't get references to return phone calls, but I am at the top of their list. ::scream after hanging up phone:: 5pm: phone rings. FINALLY heard back from former boss, can I be there Wednesday at 10am to meet the owner? Ab-so-frickin'-lutely!

Wednesday (TODAY!): Meet with owner, offered job by lady to be my supervisor. Start work Friday. (still no word from job #1, lol)

I can't tell you how excited I am. I will finally have a job that is more than just answering phones and typing letters. I will actually get to use all this schooling and get to shine like the number nerd I am.

The only problem? I don't have ANY clothes to wear. I literally have three outfits, that's it. Oh, and no money to go shopping with.

On another note.....Bon Jovi is on American Idol tonight.

I *heart* Bon Jovi!

::SIGH::