Babies and Job Interviews
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- April
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A friend of mine told me the funniest story. She had a job interview—a second interview—last week and apparently there was some miscommunication in setting up the appointment. Anyway, HR called her at the last minute to say, “Can you come in now?” She said, “On one condition—I have to bring my newborn baby.” How’s that for sending a message to a company?
The verdict is still out on whether or not she gets the job (I’ll let you know!), but the story is relevant to every working mom out there. While I haven’t ever brought my son to a job interview, I have done some nutty things since he was born: sung The Wheels on the Bus for the duration of putting on my make-up, driven like a mad woman going cross county from work to daycare to the pediatrician, and nursed at some of the most inopportune moments (in the most inopportune places).
What’s the nuttiest thing you’ve done to accommodate your kids?
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Does having your 2.5 year old daughter on your lap while your dentist is digging around in your mouth (while your infant is asleep in his stroller on the other side of the room) count? I bet it does! Oh and the beauty of it was that every time the intern assisting (a guy and VERY CUTE) – did something, my daughter would ask, “What are you doing, honey?”
When my oldest son was a toddler, I had a crazy flex work schedule. When my work-partner had to go on unexpected disability for 6 months, I had to pitch in—and had no day care options for the one extra shift I had to take. So for 6 months on Thursdays I would pick him up from pre-school at 11 a.m., drive to the city like a nut, and work a half day—with him taking a nap on a blanket under my desk. He would literally hang out on the floor in my little work station for four hours, snoozing, snacking and playing quietly. What a trooper! When I look back on it, I think, was I nuts? But at the time, it seemed like the only solution.
Should we start calling him George Costanza? LOL.