State Job & Work Search
Sep. 5th, 2025 08:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
disappointed_lesbianWell, today felt like a productive day. I started the process of applying for a state job which is partially remote. The job is not open to the general public, but it is open to disabled applicants. The application window also closes in a week, so I needed to get my status as a disabled applicant certified ASAP. The certification must be done through the Dept. of Rehabilitation.
Lo and behold, my DOR counselor was out of the office yet again. This happens like a third of the time I try to contact her. The fact that she, a state employee, seems to be on vacation or something every other week gives me hope that I can slack off in a state job to the point that my disabilities are accommodated. The counselor's away message included a number for the DOR office, and I was able to find another employee to do the certification for me. Uploading the information took only a few minutes. I was quite grateful; waiting the whole weekend would have driven me crazy.
But I still need to wait for someone to process whatever DOR uploaded so that I'll be cleared to take the online test for the job. I'm sure the test won't take long but I don't know how soon someone will get to my certification. If I get antsy, I'll call the office.
The job is in IT, I don't think I can handle all the duties but I'm applying anyways. Like I said, I'm getting desperate. And once I have a clearer idea of the exact job duties, I can request accommodations. If I get this job, I think I may be able to rent a house in the town I've decided to move to. It's a town I lived in before, a very small and peaceful farming community, and I'd likely still be there if my downstairs neighbors hadn't started a huge fire in my apartment building. I want to rent a house, not only because I dislike having neighbors, but because the town doesn't have many apartment complexes and they are likely to have no vacancies, which is why I had to move away after the fire.
Me holding down a full-time job and having a house to live in seems like a pipe dream, but I'm going to try anyways. I have to get out of this county; my skin is getting worse and worse and I'm sick of my neighbors.
I finally got my laptop squared a couple of days ago and finally started re-studying Mandarin just this evening. I have hundreds of overdue flashcards because I just couldn't handle using my desktop monitor but my migraine issue seems to be resolved. Things are going well or at least better here at home. My apartment is cleaner and I'm keeping up with my weightlifting workouts better. Sleep is worse, however. I had cornstarch last night, just like the night before, but there was a blood sugar dip at around 3 am and I woke up even earlier than I normally do. I was sloppy with measuring the cornstarch and had less than the half a cup I'd decided on continuing to use; maybe that's the reason.
I also finally got in touch with the contact for the compensated work therapy program near where I want to live. I have to have my VA medical care transferred to the associated hospital first, then have my new medical provider at that hospital refer me. That hospital is too far away for me to actually use for medical care, but I'm willing to have shit transferred there solely for the work opportunity. I'd still have my civilian health insurance. But my new provider might want to meet me in person before referring me. I'd have to travel to the city, not just to meet the provider but to start the program, to start working, and that's gonna be a problem. DOR might pay for transportation for long enough for me to save up whatever I need to move closer, but the trip is long and it would exhaust me.
I was so overwhelmed with trying to think through all this that I hung up without asking about the program's eligibility requirements. The nearer program is for people with mental health and substance abuse problems, and I won't qualify if the further program is similar. I left a message but I'd waited weeks for that phone call, so who knows if she'll ever get back to me.
Everything pertaining to getting a job is SO difficult.
Dinner was delicious tonight. Taco-flavored chickpea noodles with broccoli, white beans, and stewed tomatoes + tomato sauce. I tried adding some fat to last night's dinner as the nutritionist suggested, but it didn't seem to help much with my blood sugar, which actually dropped even faster than usual. Whole food forms of fat might work better (I had a bit of oil). I'm wondering whether having more protein would be even better. My evening meal is usually light on protein (as well as fat). Well, I'll find out soon: the chickpea noodles are chock full of protein and the beans add even more.
I'm back on coffee because of the aforementioned sleep problems, so I'm back on hormones too, I guess. My own sex hormones. I need to stop trimming my pubes because it just makes things worse. Pubes are like protection from excessive arousal. I can handle a trimmed mons but the vulva, nope.
I've been wasting my time too exhausted to do anything after my evening walk, so I'm going to bed two hours earlier as of last night.
I got tired of Forward's novel Camelot 3K or whatever it's called; too much description and too little action. On my way home a few days ago, I found a box of abandoned books in the bushes outside an empty building downtown. I looked through them because I love books. I found one of the later volumes of Asimov's Foundation series. I'd always passed up on this series even though I've enjoyed Asimov's writing and of course love sci-fi. The description of the series made it sound as if it were just a bunch of political drama. But the description on the back of this book made it seem interesting, so I decided to give it a chance.
I'm about fifty pages in, and the story is interesting so far because one of the main characters is a part of Gaia, a planet on which everything shares a sort of collective consciousness. The character leading the space expedition is weirded out by it, and their conversations, arising as they do from their respective and very different perspectives, spark the imagination. But if the book continues this way, a bunch of talking, I'll get bored of it as well.
I want a boyfriend so badly. I'm freaking dying of boredom, lust, and touch deprivation.
Lo and behold, my DOR counselor was out of the office yet again. This happens like a third of the time I try to contact her. The fact that she, a state employee, seems to be on vacation or something every other week gives me hope that I can slack off in a state job to the point that my disabilities are accommodated. The counselor's away message included a number for the DOR office, and I was able to find another employee to do the certification for me. Uploading the information took only a few minutes. I was quite grateful; waiting the whole weekend would have driven me crazy.
But I still need to wait for someone to process whatever DOR uploaded so that I'll be cleared to take the online test for the job. I'm sure the test won't take long but I don't know how soon someone will get to my certification. If I get antsy, I'll call the office.
The job is in IT, I don't think I can handle all the duties but I'm applying anyways. Like I said, I'm getting desperate. And once I have a clearer idea of the exact job duties, I can request accommodations. If I get this job, I think I may be able to rent a house in the town I've decided to move to. It's a town I lived in before, a very small and peaceful farming community, and I'd likely still be there if my downstairs neighbors hadn't started a huge fire in my apartment building. I want to rent a house, not only because I dislike having neighbors, but because the town doesn't have many apartment complexes and they are likely to have no vacancies, which is why I had to move away after the fire.
Me holding down a full-time job and having a house to live in seems like a pipe dream, but I'm going to try anyways. I have to get out of this county; my skin is getting worse and worse and I'm sick of my neighbors.
I finally got my laptop squared a couple of days ago and finally started re-studying Mandarin just this evening. I have hundreds of overdue flashcards because I just couldn't handle using my desktop monitor but my migraine issue seems to be resolved. Things are going well or at least better here at home. My apartment is cleaner and I'm keeping up with my weightlifting workouts better. Sleep is worse, however. I had cornstarch last night, just like the night before, but there was a blood sugar dip at around 3 am and I woke up even earlier than I normally do. I was sloppy with measuring the cornstarch and had less than the half a cup I'd decided on continuing to use; maybe that's the reason.
I also finally got in touch with the contact for the compensated work therapy program near where I want to live. I have to have my VA medical care transferred to the associated hospital first, then have my new medical provider at that hospital refer me. That hospital is too far away for me to actually use for medical care, but I'm willing to have shit transferred there solely for the work opportunity. I'd still have my civilian health insurance. But my new provider might want to meet me in person before referring me. I'd have to travel to the city, not just to meet the provider but to start the program, to start working, and that's gonna be a problem. DOR might pay for transportation for long enough for me to save up whatever I need to move closer, but the trip is long and it would exhaust me.
I was so overwhelmed with trying to think through all this that I hung up without asking about the program's eligibility requirements. The nearer program is for people with mental health and substance abuse problems, and I won't qualify if the further program is similar. I left a message but I'd waited weeks for that phone call, so who knows if she'll ever get back to me.
Everything pertaining to getting a job is SO difficult.
Dinner was delicious tonight. Taco-flavored chickpea noodles with broccoli, white beans, and stewed tomatoes + tomato sauce. I tried adding some fat to last night's dinner as the nutritionist suggested, but it didn't seem to help much with my blood sugar, which actually dropped even faster than usual. Whole food forms of fat might work better (I had a bit of oil). I'm wondering whether having more protein would be even better. My evening meal is usually light on protein (as well as fat). Well, I'll find out soon: the chickpea noodles are chock full of protein and the beans add even more.
I'm back on coffee because of the aforementioned sleep problems, so I'm back on hormones too, I guess. My own sex hormones. I need to stop trimming my pubes because it just makes things worse. Pubes are like protection from excessive arousal. I can handle a trimmed mons but the vulva, nope.
I've been wasting my time too exhausted to do anything after my evening walk, so I'm going to bed two hours earlier as of last night.
I got tired of Forward's novel Camelot 3K or whatever it's called; too much description and too little action. On my way home a few days ago, I found a box of abandoned books in the bushes outside an empty building downtown. I looked through them because I love books. I found one of the later volumes of Asimov's Foundation series. I'd always passed up on this series even though I've enjoyed Asimov's writing and of course love sci-fi. The description of the series made it sound as if it were just a bunch of political drama. But the description on the back of this book made it seem interesting, so I decided to give it a chance.
I'm about fifty pages in, and the story is interesting so far because one of the main characters is a part of Gaia, a planet on which everything shares a sort of collective consciousness. The character leading the space expedition is weirded out by it, and their conversations, arising as they do from their respective and very different perspectives, spark the imagination. But if the book continues this way, a bunch of talking, I'll get bored of it as well.
I want a boyfriend so badly. I'm freaking dying of boredom, lust, and touch deprivation.
