The Silent Treatment

An update on the 'To Be Continued' post.

They are ignoring me. (They, just to remind you, being the childcare company that asked me random questions over the phone, like "mountains or ocean?")

I have no idea what happened, what I did to them, or if something horrible occurred (which would be bad), but I have now emailed the woman twice over a two-week time period since she sent me an email about needing to reschedule my interview, and I also followed up by calling the office and leaving a voicemail for the woman who originally interviewed me over the phone.

Nada. Zero. Zip. Zilch.

They hate me.

Maybe they figured out I'm not a fan of children??

Speaking of which, I not only updated my profile on the nanny website I had posted stuff on a while ago, but this time I actually searched for families that matched my profile and then (and this is the big shocker) I even emailed one of the families about nannying for their four-month-old daughter!

Times are a getting desperate.

I also haven't heard anything from that family.

Once again, the silent treatment is a move made in the ongoing game of my job hunt.

Kids. I don't know what's wrong with these kids today.

Here's a quickie before I leave you for the weekend.

I am not a fan of children.

Seriously, I don't really like working with kids. I've worked with them in shows, and they are whiny, they misbehave, and they don't know how to shut up backstage. So I am the shusher and I HATE, let me repeat, HATE shushing in any way shape or form. I was the kid who got shushed. Traumatizing. (And Drew, shushing me? Is not a funny joke.)

Anyways, children. I just am slightly uncomfortable and irritated by them. But here's the the thing. They love me. For real. Kids, for some reason, latch on to me. It's probably because I talk to them normally, instead of like they're kids. Or something like that. So, while I'm not a fan, I'm apparently good with them.

Which brings me to my point. I just got a call today about nannying for a 3-month-old boy. Apparently somewhere in my early stages of job hunting, I put all my info on a nanny website. So this woman saw it, for some unknown reason decided I might be a good fit, and called me.

Here's the thing. Babies are not that bad, provided they're not colicky and crying constantly or pooping all over the place. Which is kind of an oxymoron, I know. But really, they sleep and eat and poop (hopefully not a ton though). So maybe I could do it?

Anyways, I talked to the woman for a bit and she asked me to send her more info about my past experience. Which I did. After taking a few hours to come up with that. Which included calling my mother and asking her the names of the people I babysat for in high school. Oof. It's a stretch, but hey, I know how to talk myself up and I think my 'Nanny Resume' actually looks pretty good, even if the most recent date on there is 2004!

So, we'll see what happens. I'll keep you posted. And I promise, if I get the job, I will not ever write about the details of a poopy diaper. That's what your newly parenting friends on Facebook are for!

Where do we go from here?

This one's a 'To be continued...' post. I'll let you know that at the beginning so you don't get all disappointed when there's not an ending to the story yet. Because believe me, it is disappointing to not have an end to this one yet. But maybe that means a good end!?

Anywho, over three weeks ago I applied for an entry level HR position with a company that hooks up babysitters with families. Aka, a big networking resource. Now, those of you who know me are probably wondering why I am pursuing a job that deals with kids. Well, here's the thing... it really doesn't! The position would allow me to recruit babysitters and then work with a coworker on matching them with a family. Nothing like the countless day care center reception positions I have applied to, where you have to interact with the rugrats. Oof.

So, I applied, wrote a nice little cover about how much nannying meant to me when I did it for a summer in college (It meant BIRTH CONTROL, that's what it meant! I didn't write that though. That'd be awkward.) Much to my surprise, I get a call about doing a phone interview a few days later. So I work that out and talk to the girl who works mainly with the families there, and answer lots of questions.

Now, as someone who did a lot of the question-asking in the past, I enjoy hearing what kind of questions other people ask on interviews. This one might have topped all other interviews off though. After the standard questions about past positions and the like, she prefaces the next set of questions with how they're a little odd but it's what they've found to work for them. And then she tells me to just pick the one I prefer. And goes through a list:

Mountains or Ocean?
Optimistic or Pessimistic?
Cats or Dogs?

And many others. I was totally honest and it was cool because I didn't know what the hell they were looking for, but she told me afterward that they just need someone who will fit in well because there's about 3 people total in the office spending all their time together.

I like to think that it was my "Pessimistic...? I'd like to say realistic but I guess I'll go with pessimistic if those are my two options." that got me an in-person interview. Suck on that, optimists!

And two and a half weeks later? I'm still waiting on that interview.

In all fairness, the woman rescheduled once for a snowstorm and then again because her kid was sick. But, now I'm out of town for the date she suggested and I haven't heard back about rescheduling.

AND I actually think this job sounds awesome so far.

So, I ask you to cross your fingers or send me your good karma (Please! I don't know how to break my own bad karma!) or whatever, and as I said before...

To be continued...