The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

And the shoe finally drops...

August 1.

That's the day I'll be free.

told 'ya!

I found out yesterday and for the life of me I can't figure out why I'm not upset about it.

But here's my current take on it. I'm ridiculously overeducated for this job. I had great trepidation about staying at this job,and certainly in this city, for the rest of my working life. the job is in...well that part of town is pretty much a joke, and I'd be relegated to there forever. No one anywhere else in the metro would take me seriously if I told them I worked there with a straight face.

However!

It was so damned easy all the time.

I mean really. Last week I showed up one day at 9am. At 11am I left and went to see my dr about a minor prob I'd been having and when I finished it was lunchtime so I stopped and ate. When I arrived back at work it was around 1pm.

At 3pm I closed the door to my office and changed my clothes and went out for a bike ride for an hour.

The only way to get me out of there was to shove me out the door, which they'll be doing the end of next month. And according to my calculations the cuts will be huge. So there'll be a lot of us joining the ranks of those looking for a job in this era.

I'm figuring I can last a few months with a decent severance and unemployment. I'm sure I'll be in the savings account a lot, but fuck it.

I do have the possibility of that job in Taos, but one cannot count on such things these days. It's out there, but...well, I have reservations about whether I'll ever hear from them.

So the search begins in earnest this time. I think I'm taking August off though. Maybe I need to actually go to New Mexico and present my smiling face to them. It's a lot harder to say no when you're standing right there.

August riding horses....maybe I got me a plan.

Besides School starts toward the end of the month and I'll be back teaching then anyway. And I love vacations. hmmm

Well, it's still the longest I ever had one job 4.6 yrs.

And #108 coming up!

I wonder how high the number will go in my lifetime? 110? 120? 12 more jobs would be a lot. I doubt I'm that motivated.

I need a Tuesday,morsel really bad:

Love- it's all we got.