4.21.00 - 23:25:16
I've spent a lot of time these last few days frantically putting out fires at work. System upgrades are going out to 12,000 users, new printers are going in, laptops and desktops are being exchanged, a "merger of equals" is occurring between our company and one in an unnamed state, deregulation is here. . . customers have a choice, and I'm right smack dab in the middle of it.
Everyone is abuzz with excitement.
"Did you know so and so quit?"
"I hope I get THE PACKAGE!"
"Our department's being split!"
"There are 425 users who don't have enough memory for the service pack!"
"600 desktops are missing!"
"Our hardware supplier is declaring bankruptcy!"
"Gracie has a new sweater!"
Okay, that last one is entirely my own fault, but the rest of it is enough to make my head swim. You know what I discovered? I don't care. I don't give a flying (insert your vulgarity that begins with an F here) about any of it.
This may be a huge inconvenience considering that Hula plans on changing careers this year. One drop in salary will make a dent in our quality of living. Two will cause serious problems.
I'm making decisions as I write, so bear with me.
There is no way Hula can continue as a retoucher. He's more ready to leave his chosen vocation than I am. He's also taken steps in that direction by hiring an apprentice to replace him and told his company he'd be leaving this year. I've only just discovered that I don't care about what I do. I guess can hold out for a little while.
I could probably use this "little while", maybe a year or so, to determine what it is I really want to do.
Wow. That was a lot quicker than I thought. I stay at my suck job. Hula gets a new one. I mope and bemoan my fate while he gets a new lease on life. Simple!
SO! Here's the plan. I brainstorm and list the places I think would be a cool place to work, choose one soon, and get there.
Space Environment Center; Boulder, Colorado
Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution; Cape Cod, Massachusetts
Okay, those are the only two I can think of on short notice, but that's it. Space and sea. Aside from ghosts and aliens, which don't exist, those are the things that interest me. (Plus, I'm pretty sure I'd find Roswell, NM pretty dull after a few weeks.) Well, those two things and David Letterman. But at 35, I'd make a terrible intern, not to mention a scary one.
All of this does not mean my Get Fit Pinch plan will not occur. That's moving along at a nice clip. Kevin says I'm okay for Pilates and once he agrees to the Web Cam thing and free sessions part, we are golden!
