Alisa. 37. New Hampshire. Married for almost three years to this wonderful, funny, smart guy. Previously married. Went through in-vitro fertilization to have my five year old magical son Keegan. Stepmother to the charming Isabelle (6). Gushingly in love with our baby boy Harper(1). Policy Wonk and dreaded bureaucrat. Lover of fine cuisine, honeybees, truly romantic moments and the underdog.
Curried Beef Short Ribs

Note: I found this was more realistically four servings.

Finishing this dish with lime zest and juice brightens its rich flavors.

Yield 6 servings (serving size: about 3 ounces ribs, 2/3 cup rice, and about 2 1/2 tablespoons sauce)

2 teaspoons canola oil
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Alright kids I have waited long enough for fate to intervene. I am officially on a job hunt. This means I will not longer be waiting for a job to drop from the skies. I am going to be proactive and search and apply for positions. I know it is crazy, but it just might work. I had a line on this perfect psiton and was referred by a friend. I spoke with a person of authority and he sounded excited and asked for my resume. I prompty sent it along. That was in May. Several phone calls and a re-sent resume later I still got nothing. I am so perfect for that organization. So why am I the one begging to get my foot in the door? I left one last message today and that is it. Hey, I can take a hint.
As much as I would love to stay home and be with Keegan it is no longer an option. For the financial and emotional health of my marriage I must return to the work force. Looking at job descriptions and finding some possiblities did actually get me excited. There was a time in the not so distant past that I loved to work. I defined myself by my job. I ate it up with a spoon.
The biggest obstacle to applying for jobs? I am a community psychologist. Most of you are probably asking, "what the heck is that?" That would be the same reaction as potential employers. So I am working on a cover letter that explains that, and also convinces people that they simple cannot stand to live without me in their employ for one more day.
The only time I have ever been turned down for employment was right after college. I was desperate and applied for a job at a bagel shop near my brother's store. They didn't hire me. I had a degree in political science so new the ink hadn't dried. Somehow I was not equipped to shape dough and boil it. As you can tell I'm not bitter. Ha!
So I am nervous about going on interviews. I am nervous about not being even considered for an interview. I am nervous about trying to convince these people that even though I knowingly applied for a couple of jobs out of my reach, I can still handle it. I am nervous that a couple of the applications want transcripts. Holy crap. Will that failed frehsman english course finally come back to haunt me? Will I stumble through an explanation of the irresponsible, non-morning person I was fifteen years ago? Will they see her peeking out from behind my polished mom exterior? Good grief do I own a polished mom exterior? Am I finally more neurotic that Erika? Just kidding. I can only hope I do as well as her in my quest for a livelihood that makes up for missing even a minute of Keegan's life.

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