Just a Tad Busy
Oct. 12th, 2008 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rickpsThere is some odd cosmic power which gleefully slams events together to determine if critical mass can be achieved thus rendering your normally calm demeanor into a few zillion shattered pieces (yeah, mixed metaphors, live with it). All of which will, of course, have sharp edges that slice and dice you Super Bass-O-Matic like into a pink frothy concoction that gets you to smack your lips and shout "Mmmm, that's good stress!". Such has been my life in the past two months or so.
Work has been, well, work. Budgets, proposals, employee resignations, employee hiring, corporate programs that made no sense being 'improved' to make even less sense. While my boss remains a good fellow who I hold in high regard, senior management blunders its way from one disaster to the next. None of this is terribly surprising. One stupid decision (selection of a new regional leader who is woefully inexperienced in our core business and clueless in people dynamics) begets more stupid decisions. Being distant from corporate ground zero does have it's advantages though... I'm left mostly alone to do my job. I've had little time to sit back and reflect. Except for one thing...
I've decided that I'm pretty well 'over' San Diego. The move south two years ago was necessary but hardly desired. It's not a bad place, it's just not my place. Two job applications, two interviews, two months, too busy, too depressing. The third interview is tomorrow, probably the position for which I'm most qualified of the three slots. All have been in the Bay Area. I guess that says where I'd like to live again, eh?
And then there's the little thing called vacation. The cosmic power brokers decreed that I'd book a flight to Australia (and then to New Zealand) for a three week vacation the day after I have the third interview. Details can kill, I tells ya. Flights, key hotel stays, coordinate with friends I hope to see, arrange rental car in New Zealand (left hand side driving should be nicely terrorizing for a day or two). Home details.. coerce buddy to watch Miss Thing (AKA Psycho Kitty), hold mail, find way to avoid nosebleed parking fees at LAX, and on and on. Nothing unique but the Bass-O-Matic is filling up quickly. Three weeks from now when I return home, hopefully rested, relaxed, a ton of pictures to post, I'll look back on this and smile.
OK, it's time to hit "Frappe"... Whee!!!
Work has been, well, work. Budgets, proposals, employee resignations, employee hiring, corporate programs that made no sense being 'improved' to make even less sense. While my boss remains a good fellow who I hold in high regard, senior management blunders its way from one disaster to the next. None of this is terribly surprising. One stupid decision (selection of a new regional leader who is woefully inexperienced in our core business and clueless in people dynamics) begets more stupid decisions. Being distant from corporate ground zero does have it's advantages though... I'm left mostly alone to do my job. I've had little time to sit back and reflect. Except for one thing...
I've decided that I'm pretty well 'over' San Diego. The move south two years ago was necessary but hardly desired. It's not a bad place, it's just not my place. Two job applications, two interviews, two months, too busy, too depressing. The third interview is tomorrow, probably the position for which I'm most qualified of the three slots. All have been in the Bay Area. I guess that says where I'd like to live again, eh?
And then there's the little thing called vacation. The cosmic power brokers decreed that I'd book a flight to Australia (and then to New Zealand) for a three week vacation the day after I have the third interview. Details can kill, I tells ya. Flights, key hotel stays, coordinate with friends I hope to see, arrange rental car in New Zealand (left hand side driving should be nicely terrorizing for a day or two). Home details.. coerce buddy to watch Miss Thing (AKA Psycho Kitty), hold mail, find way to avoid nosebleed parking fees at LAX, and on and on. Nothing unique but the Bass-O-Matic is filling up quickly. Three weeks from now when I return home, hopefully rested, relaxed, a ton of pictures to post, I'll look back on this and smile.
OK, it's time to hit "Frappe"... Whee!!!
