Job Search

Thursday, July 9, 2015

So I've been looking for a new job. I love to be able to help the elderly, but it seems as if the company I work for isn't concerned for my safety. I'm honestly scared to go to work, and I expressed my concern, and they don't really care it seems. I'm still on the schedule to go to the same patients home that I honestly feel as if my life is in danger.

I've been applying to places, retail, administration, and other places I'm experienced working in. Thankfully I'm well rounded, and can fit anywhere.

I just want to be able to work at a place where I'm safe, and where the big office is only concerned with their pay and not the safety of their caregivers.

While looking for a job, I'm still working for the company, but I'm debating giving my notice because this isn't the first time I was placed in a dangerous home.

When applying to this current job, I actually applied for the in office care coordinator position, but because they hired who they needed to, I applied as a CNA since I was already experienced.

At my age, I just want to be happy in the position I work in. I have a degree, and it's time I start focusing on a career that I'm still paying for.

"Gettin' Dirty" Pants for Bean

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

My stress reducing task of the day yesterday was making a pair of pants that Bean can get dirty in, but aren't tight, and covers her little knees from getting hurt.

I used denim from her grandmothers pants, and embroidered a baby on the leg using the Brother SE-400. For the regular sewing I used the Singer Heavy Duty.

As I was using fabric scraps the front and the back legs are different colors. I think it looks cute.

She can get as dirty as she wants, and fall without scraping her knees.

I used a pair of jeans she wears often, tuned them inside out, and added an inch to the sides, then I added elastic as the waistband.

Getting by...

Monday, July 6, 2015

It's been a rough two months. I got injured, and I needed a month of physical therapy. Lifting patients constantly tore a few muscles, and it doesn't seem to be getting better. The PT says there is something off with my C2, and instead of getting better, it has actually gotten worse. Because of my injury I'm only working 9 hours a week. My doctor limited me to 20 pounds a week, then she recently wrote a note saying I can lift 50 pounds... Which means I still have light duties, and no hours.

Upside is I have more time with the kids, downside is basically no income, and a Grams that has mood swings I cannot keep up with.

I've been advertising the photography business, and posting on the Etsy store, and so far nothing. Being a business student, that knows social media like the back of her hand, I'm sad nothing is working for me.

I'm so lost. I can't provide for my family the way I want. James is providing, but I'm the type of person that doesn't like to sit around and wait for things to happen.

I've been applying to office jobs in the area because I have years of office experience, and the only calls I've gotten were places I didn't even apply to. Scam jobs, door to door sales, and just plain weird jobs.

From the outside it looks like I'm lazy, crafting all day, moping around. From my view, I'm sewing my butt off, promoting a failing business, and being a mom.

This has never happened. I just want to get back to work... Not being able to provide just sucks!

Rant over :(