The Aerie
Well tomorrow's the day. Back to the slog. I've tried to have a good attitude, but earning 20% less for the same job as I lost, well, that's hard to swallow. Better than no job I guess.
I wish my attitude were better, but there you are.
It doesn't help that the England job fell through, sort of. As of this morning it's no longer nine days in England in March, but five days in Amsterdam in April. Pardon me if I insult anyone from the Netherlands, but not being a consumer of grass or ass, even legally, the city doesn't hold as much appeal for me as would London.
it's not so much the change in venue as the slapdash feel of the operation. Thursday's call seemed decisive and professional - we need you, you have the skills, let's do this. Today's call shot that down, now the company seems unorganized and unprofessional.
So we'll see. The shot of hope is nice, I just wish to skip the disappointment chaser.
Spent the day wasting time and not thinking about the job. Sorted music files, went for a constitutional around Lake Calhoun, took the family out for dinner in the evening. My only concession for tomorrow's reality was to spend a few minutes trimming my beard before bed.
And now even THIS procrastination is exhausted, and it's time to set the alarm and reset my attitude and face tomorrow with a smile. And not a grimace.
I'm lucky to have a job, I'm lucky to have a job, I'm lucky to have a job...
Posted by Albatross at February 19, 2007 10:52 PM | TrackBack