Playing it safe

Well, I've decided not to take the job back east.
Actually, I think I decided some time on Tuesday, but that's neither here nor there.
I'm playing it safe.
And to be perfectly honest it feels fucking terrible.
I used to take chances. Now? Not so much.
I think it's just part of growing older, which sucks and I swore a long time ago that I would never grow completely up.
Now, here I am with a fucking mortgage and a job that I don't give a crap about talking about retiring in ten years.
When the hell did I get so old?
Still alive, but not really feeling like it. - G.

The pendulum swings both ways...

So, last night I went home and really started to think about what this job offer entails.
And the pendulum began to swing the other way, from hope to fear.
I don't think it helped things any that I was sitting at home, surrounded by my stuff and thinking about everything I could lose.
I'm eligible for deferred retirement in ten years.
If I quit my job, I lose all that time.
And what if I do quit my job, move to Virginia and the gallery folds?
I'd be one of the ten percent that's unemployed.
I'm not sure I could handle involuntary unemployment.
Not that I would starve. I've got some cash stashed away. Enough to get by for a good while if I lived nice and simply.
Pheh.
I don't know what I'm going to do.
Still alive and being wishy-washy. - G.

A Job Offer

Last night I got a job offer from some friends back East. They're opening an art gallery in Alexandria in a few months and offered me a job. I'd do some sales, but mostly it would be clerical/admin stuff in support of the gallery. Tracking shipping, buying supplies, that kind of thing.
On the con side, the job would be a big pay cut. About $15,000. And the benefits would be limited.
But, on the pro side, it would be back East where the cost of living is cheaper, and I don't have any real debt so it would be just me. Also, the work would be in an environment that is totally different from the one I'm working in now. And, I'd be closer to family. Just an 8 hour drive up the coast, instead of a 14 hour airplane flight across the country.
I told them I'd think about it and get back to them next week.
Honestly, I'm leaning toward taking the job.
But I want some input.
So, this is your chance.
Let me know what y'all think.
Still alive and considering a life changing opportunity. - G.

Pantsing

Today, I went to the store and bought extra pants for work.
And, wonder of wonders, I discovered that I've lost about two inches off my waist.
Yay, me!
In related news, the hunt for shirts that don't look like they belong on a Hawaiian clown continues without much success.
Still alive and lookin' good. - G.

TGIF

Gah.
Got slammed at work today and am now so glad to be home. Stopped off at the store and got some strawberry icecream. Basically, that's been my dinner.
This is the first time I've been online today. I think my low level irritation may be Internet withdrawal.
Ah well. Time to fix that!
Still alive and trawling the net. - G.

Grrrr!
I am having a shitty day.
That is all.
Still alive and wanting to quit my job. - G.

Interesting News

I just found out that the person who was in the pipeline for the tech position I'm filling in for, has decided to decline the job. Apparently, he got a better offer.
Good for him
And maybe good for me too. Because now the job will probably repost it. And since I've got some training in it now, and some experience under my belt, I might actually get it. Which would be nice, because it comes with a pay rise.
Still alive and contemplating the future. - G.

Yesterday was a lovely day.
So, naturally, today has been complete shit.
Besides a rather embarrassing talk with my boss about something I'm not going into on this blog, I've been digging through files in the tech room and finding all kinds of half-ass shit that my predecessor left.
These things have included: a tub of Quaker Oatmeal older than God, a bag of open cranberries that were partially petrified, old ginger snaps, a fancy cigar, old over-the-counter meds and some moisturizing hand gel that has lost its moisture.
I'm not even going to get into the file stuff, because I'm going to have to have a talk with the program manager about some of that.
God, I hope the guy in the pipeline for the job doesn't decide to bail at the last moment.
Still alive and ready for a bloody drink. - G.

Mothers Day

Today is Mothers Day and, in the true spirit of motherliness, I'm being domestic. I've swept the floor and taken out the trash, rinsed out the trash can (which badly needed it), replaced the filter screens in my heater and now am sitting here waiting on my laundry.
And before anyone wonders, yes, I did call my mom. Unfortunately, she wasn't in, so I left her a message.
I just hope she, and all the other mothers out there, have a nice day.
Still alive and being domestic. - G.

Joke Day

What do you call four matadors in quicksand?

Qautro sinko.

Still alive and telling indecipherable jokes. - G.

So, I just saw a robot roaming about the break room.
Sometimes, I really love my job.
Still alive! - G.

The weekend passed in a blur, although I have no idea why because I spent most of the time dinking around on my laptop trying to write something. Anything.
But I'm hitting the wall and, let me tell you, that is not fun.
About the only constructive thing that I managed to do this weekend was laundry (which is just dumping all my dirty clothes from one machine into the other), and paying my car insurance.
I did finally wander by Title Wave, but didn't take anything with me to trade. Alas, I found nothing there I wanted to buy either. But I did get a nice Reuben on rye from the deli place next door, so that was cool.
I'm at The Job now and should really be doing something more constructive than this. But, at the moment, I'm unsupervised. Mwahahaha! So I'm abusing the privilege by updating the blog and trying to figure out what I want to have for supper tonight.
Still alive and feeling slightly peckish. - G.