Job Search

I'm considering getting a job again, although Matt and I both agree that it's best to stay home with Sam as much and as long as possible. His nursery school once a week is good, but when I pick him up the teachers are always holding the "crying kids," a group with whom Sam doesn't associate. They are never reading stories or doing anything remotely educational; I think I may take him in and then watch through the window next time to see what really "goes down" on Toddler Alley.

I took Sam to the library yesterday for storytime, and he was the only kid who didn't want to listen to a story, wanted to run around and touch everything instead. He likes other kids, but he has no time for them. He's independent, not a joiner, on the move, and oh God he sounds just like me. I did discover, however, when chatting with other parents (something I really hate doing), that Sam was at least 5 months younger than most of them...but taller! This one woman's brat kept repeating, "No! No!" and I found out that she was 20-months. At first I thought she had decent diction for an apparent 9-month old (she was tiny), but "No" was all she spoke, and lots of it.

So, I guess I'm looking for a part-time job. Where? Every writer I know is looking for something to write. I was thinking about an interview I once had with Macmillan publishing for an editing position. They brought me in and interrogated me about my writing style and knowledge, kept passing me up and up and up the ladder to talk with more "important" people, kept telling me that getting a job in publishing would be an honor, because everyone is the best and the brightest (uh, maybe in NYC), and when I was sent to meet with the VP on the top floor, I sneaked to the elevator and pushed "send" to the first floor, and walked out to my car. I completely left them hanging and I laughed all the way home. I wonder if that guy is still sitting there waiting to meet me.

No, I cannot join. I can't be threatened into a position. I'm not easily hustled. If I wanted to be a hustler, I'd be a lawyer. ; )

Maybe there's an opening somewhere for a coffee/tea/almond/chocolate taster/photojournalist.