It's bad enough I can't HAVE a baby, but now I have missed out on the job I desperately wanted because I DON'T have a baby! I needed this job so bad - I'm so devestated. I can't understand it. I have 14 years of management, customer service and retail experience, and all of my past employers have given me nothing but the greatest of praise. They are always sad to see me go (at least the owner of my last job was - I don't know about the dumba$$ manager!).
This was a job to work at a cloth diaper store. Ever since I started to get laid up with cyst ruptures, mono, surgery, etc... I needed something to do, so I started researching what were the best cloth diapers to use (me and dh aren't quite earthy crunchy hippies, but certainly very environmentally conscious). I love reading reviews on diaperpin.com! That led to many other natural baby care products, and I ended up contacting all kinds of companies to find out what their products were made of and where they were made. In the end, I decided that eventually I would love to open up my own store. At first I was sad to find that someone beat me to it in the area, when a store opened this past December. Then I realized it would probably be years until I was ready to do it (wanna have kids first), so who knows where we'll be by then.
Then last week, as if by fate, when I found out I was hyperstimulated and was unable to waitress, I got an email saying this store was hiring! Not only that, but that "MOST" of their employees were mothers, so they are very flexible with scheduling, and that they pay $12/hr with paid time off even for part-time employees (which is exceptional in retail). She claimed they were hiring many positions, from full-time, to part-time, to 6 hrs/wk or even work at home. After trying to waitress the past 2 years while juggling the physical and emotional consequences of these treatments, I felt like this was IDEAL! I even explained in my application all the research I'd been doing, how we'd been trying for years, and the reason I wanted to leave my current waitressing job was because it was just too physical during fertility treatments, and also if I got pregnant. I said I could work whatever slots were available doing whatever, and when I dropped off the application, the store was busy and the phone was ringing so I knew she couldn't talk. I just said, "look it over, and if you're interested in hiring me, then we can discuss my availability". I just assumed she'd call and I'd be able to tell her that it was all dependent on whether or not I'm pregnant (which I'll find out Friday). If I'm pregnant I will actually need LESS flexibility for now, because if I'm not, I'm going to need all kinds of days off again for ultrasounds and whatnot on a new treatment cycle.
Anyway, late last week I quit my job, being SO SURE that I was going to land this one. Well, I called today and the reason they gave me why they didnt' hire me is because they had many mothers apply, and they gave priority to them because they needed the flexibility. I don't know why I can't stop crying about this. I really don't know what I'm gonna do now. Who the hell is gonna hire me if I have to do an IVF cycle and am a mess, and if I'm pregnant, who's gonna want to hire someone that's probably going to have morning sickness, need off for doctors appointments and will only be able to work for 8+ months? And I am NOT, I repeat, NOT going back to my old job or waitressing!
We're so financially screwed right now, after my taking off in the winter for my surgery, and paying about $2000 for oil this winter. We've been living on credit cards for about 2 months now for food and gas, and JUST squeaking by on bills because at 31 years old I had to swallow my pride and ask my parents for a couple hundred bucks to pay the car payment. Last month we even had to charge our $500 oil bill, not to mention the IUI and the copays for the u/s's. Credit card debt is mounting quickly, and the reason for it all isn't paying off either. We just assumed that come this August we'd be financially much better off, but that's not coming to pass. Part of the reason we've been so broke is not just cuz I've been repeated out of work (not to mention paying doctor's bills), but my husband is in graduate school and is about to graduate this year. We've been struggling so badly the past 3 years, only assuming that the pay off would be when he got a full-time university position teaching art. Well, he put out 15 applications and there's only 6 remaining we haven't heard from. The rejections just keep trickling in. What makes me so mad about it is that he is only one of 2 graduating that wants to use his degree to teach, the others want to go into gallery work. Yet he is the only one that never got a chance to teach! This is because he's the only one that is on fellowship. When he applied, he was the only one picked out of ALL the arts programs (visual and performing) and awarded a fellowship, meaning not only was his tuition paid, but he got a small stipend - you'd think that would look good on a job application! Because of that, he was supposed to teach a class last year and they screwed him out of it at the last second. That's because they give the teaching positions to other students as a means to pay their tuition, and since he had the fellowship, well... now he has no official college level teaching experience. He does public art and has taught/worked with at risk youth in Philly, senior citizens, prison inmates, adults, teenagers and elementary kids, but no college. He's SO talented (you can check out his work at www.dserotkinart.cs.net), and yet he can't get a job. Now our benefits are over in August. Even if he adjuncts 3 classes, he'll make less than his stipend was that we were scraping on, and he won't have benefits.
Also, his advisor knows how hard up we are right now, so he secretly told him that he was getting an award in May as the best student or something or other, and it was a $600 award. Just today (shortly before I found out about the job), his advisor told him that the stupid school is still going to give him the recognition of the award, just not the money because of his fellowship.
We just can't catch a break! Now I'm convinced I'm not pregnant because that would mean something was actually going to work out for us for a change! I wish I could stop crying about this. I think it's also the stupid hormones.
Anyway, sorry this was so long, and thanks to anyone who takes the time to read it! Thanks for listening to me whine.
- Amy