Monday, July 12, 2010


World, meet Sylas.

He was born on July 9, 2010. He was 8 lbs. 8 ozs., 21" long.  He also had a wicked little lung infection that necessitated a stay in the NICU, where he seems to be doing well.

Unfortunately, it meant my daughter was forced to leave without him once she was discharged yesterday. All the time since has been trekking back and forth between home and the NICU, so that we can see him and spend time with him, his parents can feed him... He's increased his food volume tenfold in the past 24 hours, and he looks less like a newborn and more like he's around two or three months old.


Hopefully, he'll be home this coming Saturday or Sunday.  All his tests have been coming back clean, and he's responding well to the antibiotics.  He started developing a little baby jaundice today, but nothing a trip under the bilirubin lamp won't fix.

Meanwhile, I have a job interview tomorrow, so I'd better get to bed.

Just wanted to share a Nana's joy.

So, World, meet Sylas.  Sylas, meet World... And remember Nana loves you more than... chocolate. Yes... even more than chocolate....

(cross-posted at Naked Voodoo Chicken Dance)

Saturday, July 03, 2010

Enough is Enough... We Hope....

In the vast sea of possible dreck jobs I've applied for, there came this little gem, and... well... I can't tell you about it.

I'm very superstitious these days, and I don't want to jinx it.  But trust me -- it's a gem.  I didn't realize how much of a gem it was until after I sent my resume to the outside recruiter.  Then I really began to look up the company, including magazine articles about the founders and the company objectives and such.  And I fell a little bit in love.

So I sent a follow-up letter to the recruiter, telling her how interested I was in the position and the company.  And I heard... nothing.

I want this job, people.  I mean, I want any job. I just applied online as a barista at Starbucks, so yeah... there's that.  But this job... this job... I want to work for this company. Really, really badly.... So, rather than leave it to some recruiter who will surely leave me on the trash pile for any number of reasons (my age, the length of my present unemployment history, etc.), today, I went straight to company's website, and sent them an e-mail directly, telling them, in effect, that this was kismet, I was made for them, they were made for me, and the Fates must not be denied.

Okay, I couched in more professional verbiage, and my letter was more me than any cover letter I've ever written for a resume (by which I mean that I just flat-out went for the laugh). Still, the overall groveling, begging undertone in the letter will not be lost on them, I'm sure. And I believe that, when confronted with something which you truly believe is your destiny, you should run at it headlong, and let the Devil take the hindmost. Even if it means you end up with a big lump on your forehead.

Wish me luck....