The Search is Over

by Michelle Lasley

Michelle Lasley is a mother, wife in Pacific Northwest learning to balance green dreams with budget realities.

July 17, 2010

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Categories: Family

Two years and eleven months. About 14 interviews, half of which were second interviews. About 165 jobs applied for. 644 documents in the “resumes applied” folder. One long recession. A few housing market crashes. And now, because one gal wants to get her Masters, I have a job.

I am not in my twenties anymore. I don’t want just any old job anymore. I want a career. I hope it works. I hope the synergy in the interview extends, well, throughout the career. I want a place where I can say I’ve been there 10 years and it’d been great.

I start August 2nd. It’s two weeks off. There are things to do. Secure daycare, set up Noris for the first two weeks in August. Pray Levi’s confused nap schedule won’t make us all bears. Get better organized on Steering Committee things, because I might only be able to attend half the meetings now!

I am humbled. But, I have a job.

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Peter and I were barely working between the two of us, he had been laid off and with struggles feeding Levi I was barely pulling 5 hours a week. We were at the DHS office applying for food stamps when Peter got the call that yes indeed TriMet was offering him a job. We had been at the DHS office since 7:20 am and we finally got home close to 10:30 am. We barely set our things down, relieved that there was more money in our future and we could at least buy food for our small family when the phone rang. It was my mother. It was one of those phone calls where you just know something is wrong, and how wrong it was. She asked if I was sitting down, and I think I sat down. She didn’t wait to tell me and simply said, “Cristi is dead.”

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