The Glamorous Life of the Job Searcher

Day 48 without employment.

I miss feeling productive. Well, the earning-money productive.

Sometimes I clean our little apartment and feel productive,

then I think about how much more fun it would be to get paid for that productivity.

And THEN I think of how many times I'll inevitably have that thought in my future

life of motherhood and homemaking.

Ouch.

Michael should pay me to make our house and raise our future (future future future) babies.

And I'll pay him to go to dental school.

It'll just be pushing some money around, but hey, maybe it'll make us both feel a little better.

Anyways, I'm going a little crazy, but not too much. And all it takes is a picture like this 

to brighten me up to a suitable level of positive thinking.

I love penguins.

But sometimes a picture like this is closely followed by a random email telling me I didn't get a job,

typically a job that I don't remember applying for.

Ouch again.

But it's all good - there are good things in the works, always.

And as a last resort, my friend Elyse found a job that sounds pretty interesting...

It made me laugh as much as the penguin picture did. 

Which probably means I should go check my email...

Saturday I played with penguins.

See that necklace-lanyard-badge of a ticket? 

That baby gave me direct access to feed my love for penguins.

(Not to feed the penguins. That's not allowed.)

This family came with Michael and me to spend some quality time with the birds.

Jaren and Lydia were told multiple times that if you are loud or you move a lot, 

you have to leave.

They sat wide-eyed and dead still the entire time.

But... they still said they loved it :)

And how could you not! Look at this little guy.

The eleven penguins at the Sandy Aquarium have their own names and personalities.

And their own mate. Except for Ghost Rider. None of the other penguins really like him?

He was kind of a bully. But I thought he was cool.

Lydia got a little freaked out when he came over to nibble on shoe laces.

You can't touch the penguins, but they can touch you.

Jenny had a dream that I put fish oil in my shoes before the aquarium,

and the penguins attacked my feet.

Wasn't a bad idea, really.

This man knew everything about those little guys.

Best job ever, right?

Except for the smell, the 40-degree water, the "bruises the exact shape as their fins" (true story),

the bites from serrated beaks, and cleaning up poop.

Almost the best job ever.

Here's a little sample of the experience:

Such a blast. Throw in lunch at IKEA and putting up a Christmas tree that night,

and life is seriously, seriously good.

Dream Come True

This will be me on Saturday.

I really did buy a Groupon to meet penguins. 

And I am so, so (ridiculously) excited about it.