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2 Calls for Job Interviews, and a visit  

LaurelTreeGal 69F
40 posts
2/18/2013 5:35 pm
2 Calls for Job Interviews, and a visit
This morning I received a call from Home Instead Senior Care with an invitation for an interview on Wednesday. The pay is scarcely above minimum wage. I'll be spending time on their website tomorrow. The other call came while I was walking home from the bank. I had taken a cash advance from my credit card so that I could put money in the bank to cover an auto-deduction. This call was for a rather better job.

I had applied for a job as assistant web developer at the IWK. I was definitely not expecting to hear from them! But Friday morning at 11 I am to go to one of the IWK buildings, and find the door labelled, "Research". There I will be interviewed for a position that will pay a middle class salary.

In the afternoon, I received an email from the Multicultural Association. I had applied for a couple of jobs there. One was Event Coordinator, and the email was asking confirmation that I had been a recipient of EI funding within the last three years.

Not long after that, Nerissa came by. She had another physio appointment, and we had a good hour and a half together this time. We had tea, and I got to tell her something that has been on my mind, and I have written about that here. I talked about my dance experiences since I became a lesbian, and how my dance with her was crucially different. She is the only one to have stayed with me for that long. I reminded her of the story I'd written about New Years Eve. I told her that I had not seen THAT look until I danced with her. I also told her that I was not going to ask her about how she had felt. She said, "Really?". I think I surprised her with that statement.

We talked about her academic stuff. We talked about Buddhism, and she told me about some things that happened to her in the past. She even observed that we were both wearing pink.

While we were talking she heard my phone ding, and asked what the noise was. I told her it was just my phone announcing the receipt of mail.

When it was time for her to go, we hugged. We kissed, a little longer this time than last. Our hug was long, and close. And as she went out the door, I reiterated that I wanted all things between us to be like our dance; continuous consent.

The email that had arrived was, amongst others, again from the MultiCultural Association, this one about the Festival Coordinator position.



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