I have a second interview (woops, third interview, forgot about the phone interview). On August 13th. So I guess they were mistaken when they said they wanted to do second interviews next week and have the person start on the 1st. This really mucks things up a bit. But I wait for the 13th and keep looking…
My first in person interview in, goodness, well, since November? Jeesh.
It went well. These are great people. I would love the work, could totally live with it, could totally do it. Not a lot of stress. Some after hours stuff, emergency only, it is access security stuff (databases and hardware malfunctions being the overtime bit). That part rotates and while it could be a bit of a pain, overtime pay now and then would be awesome.
The location is totally easy to get too, I’d keep my seniority which means 5 weeks of paid vacation a year. Plus 12 days of sick pay and 11 paid holidays. And the best medical/dental benefits in town really.
15 minutes on the bus, an hour walking. Half of the time working with people, half on my own. Minimal supervision. And the same salary as web work.
Sure, I’ll keep my eye out for web work, but of all the jobs I’ve applied for, I could dig this. A bit out of my field but enough in it (did I mention databases and camera work) that….
At any rate. My references have been notified, I should know before end of Friday if it’s mine. The hard part is done, now I wait. Juju is welcome.
I deserve this. I’ve earned this. I want this.
That’s major movement. I’ve had nibbles and emails and a couple phone interviews in the last couple weeks and now I have a bona fide job interview in person. With real people and everything. There’s hope. Some would say that there is always hope but Aragorn just isn’t here and frankly, I’ve been running out. This infusion has helped immensely.
Well, Master, I’ve learned to be a grasshopper for one thing. I’ve learned that I need to play, that nose to the grindstone was killing me. I needed this 10 months off, stressful as it’s been, to just be with myself. To see how much I’ve grown, changed, since I began this journey. I’ve learned that I want balance. Part grasshopper, part ant, part wild woman, and all master. Yes, for the first time in my life I feel like the Master that Jeshua talks about. He says we’re all masters already. We just don’t see it. I see it now. And I’m going to toot my own horn on this. I’m going to give me my due. I’m going to own the fact that I’ve become far more than I ever hoped I would be. It brings tears to my eyes to realize the gifts I’ve been given that I didn’t even know I wanted.
Does it mean I’ll always be serene? Nope. Does it mean I’ll never make mistakes? Nope. What it means is that I can go through those things with grace. That I can shine no matter what. That I can be a beacon, live a useful life, in spite of it all. Fuck, being a beacon can be hard. Continue reading
The joke goes like this: “Why is a math book so sad? Because it has so many problems.” But of course that’s a distortion of the truth. In fact, the math book loves its problems. Its problems are its reason for being. Besides that, all of its problems are interesting challenges, not frustrating curses. Best of all, every problem has a definite answer, and all the answers are provided in the back of the book. Now here’s the most excellent news of all, Cancerian: I think you’ll be like a math book in the coming weeks.
I know it. I feel it. The answers are right there, I just need to get to the back of the book. I feel on the edge of the edge and the view is beautiful. It’s already here, I just have to wait for the time/space continuum to sync up.
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