So, as I mentioned in a previous post, I am on the hunt. Job-hunting, that is. Looking for that perfect position that will pay the bills, encourage personal growth, give one a sense of accomplishment and oh yeah some benefits, to go, please. It's strange to think that in my former LBK (life before Kaion) I was actually getting paid to teach people how to job hunt and write a resume and network and make themselves marketable and all that jazz. And now I find myself on the flip side, having to actually walk the walk, and man is it tough. Two weeks in and I'm already feeling like I want to just curl up on the couch with a jar of Nutella and a spoon and pretend the outside world doesn't exist!
But alas, life goes on and aside from emailing resumes and cold-calling prospective employers, I'm still loving the day-to-day. We had a fantastic visit from Ronpa this weekend and a little road trip up to Nanaimo to get a feel for the place we'll likely be spending more time in once my sister arrives to start her residency there this summer. And of course, a visit to the city-it-was-named-for, would not be complete without a bite of the famous Nanaimo Bar:
Okay, okay, before you tsk, tsk me for willfully allowing my son to put himself into a sugar-induced coma, let it be known, that the treat was split four ways. While I initially prided myself on raising a kid who turned away sweets in favour of avocado, I have noticed lately Kaion is developing a bit of a taste for chocolate (just like his mom). He'll grab chocolate chip cookies out of my hand, and the other day I made the mistake of offering him a bit of bread with Nutella on it (I imagined us snacking a la francaise, with an afternoon slice of baguette et tartine noisettes and a glass of milk, maman-et-enfant ensemble). Well, he went crazy for it and I ended up having to move the jar to a high-up shelf because he was literally raiding the cupboard where I previously kept it, and now that he has mastered twisting the lid off things.....
If only there was a shelf high enough that mommy couldn't reach. Gotta watch those job-hunting stress spoon-in-jar episodes. I still have to be able to fit into the Interview Pants, after all.
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