Where Will I Find The Time?

Apparently I know more than I thought. That phone interview that I thought went poorly led to an office interview, that led to another interview with a founder, which was really just a check that needed to be checked off, that led to an offer being made on the spot, which leads to me starting work on Monday. Yikes.

I'm exciting about it, very excited, but anxious, pretty anxious. It has been 10+ years since I've had a job where I had to go into an office, work all day, go home, sleep, then get up the next day and do it again, repeat, repeat, repeat,...

I tell myself that people do this all the time, and more importantly there are moms that do this all the time. Moms who work and do marathons and triatholons. I just haven't been one of them. Until now. So I'm busy this week trying to shuffle things around. I can't go into the kids' classes anymore so I've let that go. I'm trying to arrange one day a month that I can leave work a little early so I can get to the kids' school to run PTO Board meeting. It helps when the president is actually at the meetings. I've bought a reflective vest so I can run either early am or evenings, depending on how it works best for me. I've arranged for after school care for the kids until the R's classes end in December. Things are falling into place. I just hope that my mind can wrap itself around the work once I actually start. All of that work stuff is still in my brain. I just hope it can be accessed in a timely fashion when I need it!

The HR woman told me they were excited about me. Like kids in a candy store. I thought...uh oh! What are they expecting? The idea of being a disappointment worries me. Although...that probably motivates me to work hard and probably always has. Making me less likely to disappoint.

I've never held a real job while having kids. Our lives will be changing oh so much. We're going to have to work though it because given our family temperament it won't be easy and I'm not willing to compromise any more on the level of cleanliness we live in. I've already gone down to my limit! So my goal is to make it easy for them to make me happy. We'll see how that works out. We'll see how it all works out. I expect that in a few months we'll be settled on this new path. It just may be a little bit rockier than the trail we were on and we'll have to adjust our steps and watch out for those bigger rocks. In the long run, it will be good for us. All of us.

Apparently the More I Live The Less I Know

Otherwise known as the SQL-cursor-what-the-heck-is-that-moment.

In a life before I had kids I was a computer programmer. I typed cryptic words into files, compiled them, then things magically happened on computers. It was fun. I knew what I was doing. It made sense. At the time.

I had a phone interview today. It seemed like it would be promising. After all I've written thousands of lines, yes, thousands, of SQL code in my day. I remember doing it. I can even remember some of it. However during the interview I was asked to tell the woman a good thing and a bad thing about SQL cursors. Had I used them, she asked. Well...I have...but....I couldn't remember a damn thing about them. And I had to fess up, that it had been a long time since I used them that I didn't really remember them. Arrrggg... I would've been better off if I just said that I never used them because they aren't so hot as it turns out. After the interview I googled SQL cursors, looked at a few examples, and realized that I'd definitely seen them, but probably hadn't coded them myself. I was pretty sure I remembered who had used them and that they had used them quite frequently. There are a lot of things in my brain like that, work things. Things I knew. Things I can remember and pick up again very quickly if need be. But they are lurking there like distant memories and not very useful during an interview.

select * from current_life, old_life

where current_life.knowledge = old_life.skill

group by memories, age

Hopefully the result isn't null.