Pioneer Woman at Heart
One Flourishing, Frugal and Fun Family!
One family learning to live off the land, cut back on expenses, and to live a simpler and a more self-sufficient lifestyle.
"Eat it up,
Wear it out,
Make it do,
Or go without."
~A Pioneer Sampler, by Barbara Greenwood~
Friday, January 22, 2016
Random Tidbits ~ Back to Work or Back to School?
I keep forgetting to share a tip: Dump a 1/2-pint of home canned corn relish into some cooked green beans for a quick and nutritious side dish. I have vegetarians here, so I don't always mix in bacon grease, and get bored with plain green beans.
The barn door froze shut and I could not get in to fetch eggs thaw water. I had to pry open the other set of doors, use a small stick to flip up my inside latch and get in those doors.
I spent the entire day at the computer. Actually, almost two entire days.
I found several jobs to apply for online (again), and got busy after lunch. I was quickly frustrated by the fact, that even the lowest of low jobs, required a resume to be submitted before one can even apply.
Back to my desk I went, digging and digging until I found my long lost 18 year old resume. What do you put on it for the 18 years of being a stay-at-home Mom? Wiped butts, cleaned up vomit, ran kids everywhere to king-dom-come, and attended a ba-zillion concerts of some form? Maybe cracking 4,000 walnuts counts for something.
It doesn't seem right. My most difficult and hardest work was over the last 18 years as a stay-at-home Mom. Yet, it's lacking what the employers want or need. Although slinging 40 pound bags of chicken (and goat) food over the years may help.
I became so distraught and frustrated that I sent an email to Mom and my older kids asking what I did that would be worthy for a resume. While waiting for no one to answer, I dug through my pile of certificates and pondered.
Even the dollar store jobs require a resume. The pay for those types of jobs will soak up my income like a sponge to pay a dog sitter with.
I'm a person that came from a professional work experience.
I put a third pot of coffee on, brought in two arm loads of fire wood, and walked the dogs for the umpteenth time. This time I had to fish a dead mouse out of Zuri's mouth, thanks to a barn cat that graced me with the gift, smack dab outside the door. Once I succeeded in eradicating the fresh kill, I tossed it over to the barn cat food dishes where Timmy later helped himself.
Maybe I could put that on my resume....