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(I wrote this yesterday while waiting for my delayed flight, and writhing in agony at the incessant coverage of the O.J. Simpson burglary case. I mean really - who gives a crap? Why does this require round-the-clock coverage? It's not like there aren't a few wars going on and a civil rights controversy in Louisiana and I'm pretty sure I could stub my toe if I tried. All of these things would be far more worthy of our collective attention. Makes me endlessly grateful that we don't have cable anymore - NPR seems to have a broader body of things to talk about, and they're my primary news source these days.)
I’ve been out of town for a couple of days on a business trip, and am sitting in the airport waiting to hop on my plane home (as soon as it arrives). It was a good trip, very productive, got to meet some colleagues I’ve worked with extensively over the phone, and I’m glad I came. But it will be nice to sleep in my own bed again, snuggling up to my furnace of a husband. (We refer to it as his “Latin Heat”.)
I’ve been thinking the last week or two about work-y things, and I am pondering a change at the moment. The weird thing is that I’m not unhappy at my job, I think I’m pretty good at it, I really love the people I work with, and I know that they’ve been pretty good to me. True, the occasional long hours suck, but when my back went out, when Special K’s mom was so sick, when we went to
Of course, it does no harm to apply, there’s nothing to say that I’ll even get an interview, much less an offer. But the other thing is that after several months of massive financial stress, I’m feeling as though K and I are able to make some progress now (VERY happy about that), and I have some kind of paranoia about jeopardizing our tenuous situation by switching jobs, especially one for which I suspect I might not totally be qualified.
So yeah – there it is – I don’t think it will hurt to apply and see what happens, but the thought of leaving my job now leaves me with odd feelings of guilt and possibly misplaced loyalty. Dunno. Any advice or input from anyone would be very much appreciated!
On a completely different note, I bought a book when I got here and the man ringing me up made a mistake, charging me $1,889.45 for a $14.95 book. When that came up on the register, I raised my eyebrows slightly and the woman behind me said “wow – that better be a really good book…”
It's very good so far, but still not $1900 good.
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Reminds me of the 105.00 candybar I had the other day. And it wasn't even a "100,000 GRAND" bar...
you're never given more than you can handle
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