The Aerie
Well it seems likely I'm about to pick up another job. Had an interview at 9:00 a.m. today, and they already asked me to come back in at 4:00 p.m. for a second. On my way out my future-boss asked me casually if I was looking at any other positions and the next thing I know they're dragging me back later today.
Unfortunately I'm having a hard time getting excited about this position. It's project management doing pretty much exactly the same thing as I was just doing at my last job, but for considerably less pay. However work is work, and the only other job I've interviewed for has not called me back for a second - granted that was only last Friday.
Meanwhile I have a million things I ought to do, and very few I want to do. I could write the proposals necessary for a chance to get two other jobs, but then why should I if I am about to get this job? I could work on my college homework (which would probably be wise), I could write some fiction, I could go to the gym, I could clean the basement, I could play video games.
It's probably a good thing I might be getting work soon, since otherwise I think I'd go crazy.
To say nothing of the fact that I've reached that point where time is beginning to blur. Weekends still stand out like a buoy on a foggy bay, but the rest of my time is a blur of don't-have-to-but-probably-should's in between.
No, a job would be good. Stave off poverty and boredom. Or at least poverty. At least I only have to do this for ten more years or so until the kids are out of college. Then I'll be free to pursue my interests... if by that time I can remember what they are.
Posted by Albatross at February 5, 2007 2:09 PM | TrackBack