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Here She Is Again…

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Oy!  I haven’t been here in HOW LONG?

Well, let me just tell you… it’s been a crazy couple of months.  I wasn’t a NaNoWriMo winner, but I do have some great pages I can work with at a later date.

I had planned to kind of get my freelance act together over December but that didn’t work out so well.  I ended up being sick part of the month, then the holidays got crazy and just before Christmas I heard from the guy I interviewed with back in April.

It seems that the position he told me they were going to create actually happened, and he wanted to discuss the opportunity with me.  We met for lunch between Christmas and New Year’s and had a really great conversation.  He told me that he would get back to me January 3.  On December 30th he sent me an application to complete and told me it was the “next step” in the hiring process: credit check, background check, etc.  I emailed him the applications on January 3rd and on the 4th he asked me to drop off the hard copies, so I did.

And then the waiting began.  I didn’t hear from him again until I sent him an email on January 12.  He asked me to call him and when I did, he offered me the job.  His corporate office overnighted an offer packet to me that arrived the 13th, and I sent him an email accepting on the 14th.  I also put in my notice at my job, which they did not accept, walking me out that day (this is standard procedure).

The new position is a promotion and a raise.  My dear friend M works there and helped keep my name in his head.  She loves it there and says I will, too.  I know a lot of people who work there already.

Since he called to talk to me about the job I have been stressing at work.  No sleeping, intestinal issues, chest pains (!!!) and just general bitchiness.  Since I resigned, all of that has disappeared.

I knew I would be out of work when I put in my noticed, but I decided to take this upcoming week off.  I’m teaching CE on Tuesday and then meeting with HR at the new job.  Otherwise, I’m just going to enjoy some time off.

2011 is going to be a great year,


Another Reason To Get Moving

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A couple of clients came in this morning to discuss some details of their account.  Nothing hairy, it was quite a nice conversation actually.

They’re both older gentlemen, and one of them was messing with his cell phone before we got started.  We chatted, discussed the future of the account and then they stood up to leave.

“I hope you don’t mind,” the other gentleman said.  “I recorded our conversation so I didn’t have to take notes.”  He flashed a small tape recorder at me.

This was his “cell phone” that he had been messing with under the table.  He didn’t inform me he was taping, and he didn’t show me the recorder until it was over.

What could I say?  It’s not like he asked me ahead of time.  I reported it to my manager and she is going to check with legal.

I really need to get out of this town.


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I was cleaning up my desk yesterday and found this quote again.  It’s actually taped above my monitor on a shelf, but I don’t always notice it.  This is the entire quote.  The bold portion is what I have above my desk.

“In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this world to those who are its worst. In the name of the values that keep you alive, do not let your vision of man be distorted by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved his title. Do not lose your knowledge that man’s proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads.


Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it’s yours.”

 ~ Ayn Rand

Wishes & Wonders

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An amazing thing happened yesterday: my boss, the hateful snake, got canned.  The official story is that he is moving on to other opportunities within the corporation, but I tell you, there was quite a bit of drama yesterday.  There were tears. 

I didn’t shed a single one.

The new boss has been introduced and takes control tomorrow, and who knows where that will go.  For now, I’m just glad to be rid of the other guy.  A lot of us are.

I have been so miserable the past 18 months and didn’t even realize how much.  My husband told me that last night was the first time in 18 months I had come home smiling.  I didn’t dread coming in to work this morning.

In fact, it still hasn’t completely sunk in that he’s gone.

My focus for so long has been to survive this place long enough to get out, and now I get to enjoy my job again?  I don’t even know how to do that!  I’m going to try.

In the meantime, I need to continue to focus on getting my own business off the ground.

Stopping the Spiral

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I can feel the tendrils of depression beginning to curl around me like a cocoon.  It’s August, hot and humid and still.  Nothing happens in August except the desperate waiting for September, the endless desire for fall.  It is maddening, the stillness, and it makes me want to lash out and create drama just to break the monotony.  I am trying to control myself.

Work is tedious.  I’ve handled back log, and worked on front log, and I don’t want any of it.  The politics of moving forward are not in my favor, and any attempts to change things will be met with derision.  I am done here, except I am still here.  There is no end in sight.

When I get like this I start dreaming of being somewhere else, except I want to be Samantha Stephens and twitch my nose and be there.  The work to make it happen seems like more than I can bear.

What I want to do and love to do is write.  I want that to be my life.  There is a path to take from here to there, but it is the burden of my current life that makes getting to that one seem a Herculean task.

I was reminded today of a quote by Dave Ramsey:

“If you live like no one else, later you get to live like no one else.”

Do I want to go home every night and do hours and hours of work on another job?  No, but I will if it means I get what I want in the end.  Do I want to continue to come in to my current job every day for the next 20 or 30 years? Hell no.

And so it’s time to live like no one else.  It’s time to stop living like I’ve been living because I can’t get from there to here.  So here is the plan for this week:

Monday – 8/9/2010

  • 1 hour workout (Zumba)
  • 1 hour housecleaning (any type, just do it for one hour)
  • 1 hour working on freelance writing
  • The rest of the time is free time.

Tuesday – 8/10/2010

  • 1/2 hour workout (gym)
  • 1 hour housecleaning (any type, just do it for one hour)
  • 1 hour working on freelance writing
  • The rest of the night is free time.

Wednesday – 8/11/2010

  • Free night (work colleague in town for dinner/drinks)
  • 1/2 workout, if I can swing it after dinner

Thursday – 8/12/2010

  • 1/2 hour workout (gym)
  • 1 hour housecleaning (any type, just do it for one hour)
  • 1 hour working on freelance writing
  • The rest of the night is free time.

Friday – 8/13/2010

  • 1/2 hour workout (gym)
  • 1 hour housecleaning (any type, just do it for one hour)
  • 1 hour working on freelance writing
  • The rest of the night is free time.

Saturday – 8/14/2010

  • 1 hour workout (Zumba)
  • 1 hour housecleaning (any type, just do it for one hour)
  • 1 hour declutter
  • 2 hours working on freelance writing
  • The rest of the day is free time

And yes, I will be using a timer (thanks, FlyLady!)

I haven’t ever made a schedule like this before.  I tend to make plans to do stuff, and then go home and sit on the couch for hours and none of it gets done.

My evening workouts get me home around 7.  Dinner takes about 45 minutes to prepare and eat, then by 8 I can do housework and then write or do freelance prep work / job hunting for an hour and then it’s 10 pm.  Heck, I usually spend that whole time on the couch feeling sorry for myself!

I’m going to see how this works.  If I end up getting to bed earlier I can get up earlier and add a half hour of something or other to the morning, too.  And if this schedule doesn’t work, then I will try something else.  But for a week? I can do this for a week.

Eventually, this work will pay off and I can start doing what I love all the time and never have to punch a clock again.  Oh, what a blissful day that will be.

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How I Know

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I’ve been doing what I do for a day job for going on 17 years now.  I started in September 1993, and since then I’ve traveled all over the country, both for work and for job opportunities.

The industry is a good industry.  I’ve received a professional designation, and I made it might goal to become an educational instructor in the field because I enjoy the mechanics of the industry.

What I don’t appreciate is the politics.  I don’t mean from a state or federal perspective, but from an office politics point of view.

I work for a large national company and the head of one of our other branch offices was in our office the other day.  Of course, we know they are coming so we are told to dress nice and clean off our desks – heaven forbid someone should think we actually WORK around here.

They stopped by my desk (a rare occurrence) and my office head and this other office head were standing there in their suits and ties with their slicked back hair, making the usual noises “nice to meet you, what do you do here?” etc.  The other guy’s hand was big and moist and he looked slightly bored.  I am someone whose name he no longer remembers and one he will never see again.

I found myself giggling as they walked away.  They both look a bit like little boys playing dress up, puffed up with their own self-importance.  These are the men that might hold my future in their hands.

And that is how I know it’s time to go.

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Loyalty at What Price?

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At the end of April a dear friend and coworker put in her notice that she was taking a job at a competing agency.  The big boss in our office asked her not to say “goodbye” just yet because he presumably wanted to counter-offer.  When she tried to log in to her email over the weekend her access had been disabled, so she decided her resignation had been accepted and moved on.  Why did she leave?  There were no advancement opportunities for her, she was getting paid less than she deserved, and certain people (the big boss included) treated her like she didn’t exist.

My other dear friend was in contact with another agency about a job.  Better pay, better working conditions, and huge advancement opportunities were on the table.  She was considering her options when the big boss got wind of it and invited her out for coffee to see why she was “unhappy”.  He told her he valued her (she was a department manager) and wanted for her to stay.  This was at 8 a.m.  When she got back from lunch at 1 p.m. he fired her and announced to the office that she had been terminated for “loyalty issues”.

He regularly stomps around the office having meetings with managers about people he suspects may be looking for other employment.  He refused to let one manager hire a very qualified potential employee because he didn’t feel her past work experience reflected loyalty – this despite repeated explanations about the temporary nature of those jobs on her resume.

I often wonder what he thinks this is – a cult?

To me it’s just a job.  I like what I do, or I wouldn’t have been doing it for 17 years.  However, if I feel that the company I work for no longer represents my interests (or the interests of it’s clients, stockholders, whoever), or if changes are such that I no longer feel valued as employee, I’m going to look for someplace where I feel more comfortable.

I was reminded this after reading the letter from the majority owner of the Cleveland Cavaliers regarding the decision by Lebron James to go to the Miami Heat.  If you’ve read the letter, he calls is a “disappointing” act of “cowardly betrayal”.

Really?  Is that what it is?  It seems to me that this is a job, and for whatever reason he wasn’t happy in it, so he found a place that he thinks will make him happy.

People should work to live, not live to work.

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