Open Thread for Personal Stuff: September 2014 Big Cat and Big Dude Edition

Grumpycatisagirl – Yeah it was a bit of a heartbreaker to be honest, it would have been a really great company to get my foot in the door with. I know cooking helps me when I start having trouble getting out of my head, that or I put an audio-book on and start walking. Dresden Files at the moment for the umpteenth time.

In the interview itself I usually try to show up early so I can practice a bit of deep breathing and mild meditation before I enter the building. Lot’s of martial art training when I was kid makes that sort of ritual really calming for me. Have you contacted any recruitment companies? I’ve been working with Robert Half and Insight Global, just knowing that there is some other people out there looking to assist has been a huge factor in my finding a bit of room to breath in general.

Hugs for everyone, whether for missed jobs or dissociating or whatever. Guaranteed non-contact, too, since none of you will want to share my weird cold.

Sending good job karma to everyone who needs it! And hugs, hugs too!

Thanks…we’ll make it, we’re tough. Get better, kitteh. May jobs and health and happiness be yours, everybody.

Thank you everyone! Hugs back to all who will want them!

Pendraegon, I have been interviewing for librarian positions at public libraries, so I’m going through government processes. I did have a position at a corporate library up until the end of August, but the library closed down, which is why I’m currently job hunting in such earnest. I was placed there by a recruitment company that specializes in library work, and they did say they would keep an eye out for me, although there doesn’t seem to be much in my area right now. Depending on how tomorrow’s interview turns out, I might consider re-locating.

I guess it’s promising I’ve landed two good interviews just in the course of the past couple of week, though.

The job I didn’t get was a full-time position at a library I have already been doing on-call work with for over two years, and I love it there, so that was what was heartbreaking for me.

Maybe playing some Beatles rock band will help now.

You know, I actually haven’t played it in forever because I haven’t been home enough. But now that I’m home more, because, you know, less job . . .

It came with a pretty good song selection and I bought some more. Probably even more available now.

blahlistic, can I ask whether you’re feeling better? Also, thank you for outing yourself on the troll yesterday. It was amusing to watch him get a lesson in non-binariness.

Thanks for outing yourself as well. 🙂

@blahlistic & Aitch, what thread was that (I missed a lot yesterday, that’s what I get for going offline to watch Godzilla & never getting back on, sigh).

Hey guys. I’m back, and I am deeply relieved to announce that after weeks of wall-crawling, we finally got the memory to pop.

It turns out that the perpetrator of the Raping Year was NOT the first person to sexually assault us. That dubious distinction goes to our grandfather.

He only did it once… but the circumstances surrounded it basically insured that system member’s demise. The timeline goes as such: on March 10th, 2004, our parents informed us our grandfather was a child-molester. Then on March 16th, they sent us on a road trip with him. The only other family member there was our aunt. She was in the car (sleeping?) when he made his move on us.

Everyone in the family knew this man was a child-molester. They knowingly sent us into a dangerous situation, knowingly kept us in a car with him, and then carefully tried not to look too hard for anything that might possibly happen. And the Kid died to keep the secret hidden, because she knew if we told or started acting imperfectly, we’d probably be institutionalized or erased forever.

I know it says something that this is my reaction, but I am so RELIEVED. For having the memory finally come up, even piecemeal, just KNOWING that it actually happened. And also, for having a piece of incontrovertible evidence that no, really, our parents were terrible people even BEFORE our multi became apparent. They were NEVER nice people that just got turned bad because we were such shitty freak children, they turned us over to rapists knowing full well of their intentions TWICE.

I am so glad we got away from them. I’m so glad that the Kid, even though she’s dead, is safe now. That WE’RE safe now. We’re free. We got away. We’re crazy and disabled and messed-up, but we’re free.

I’m just so relieved. You have no idea.

(Also, if the Kid sticks around, she might talk on here. She’s even snarkier than I am.)

So glad things are better, LBT.

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