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What day is it?

I just finished a day with 6 hours of meetings and made a made dash to get the Friday's Flash Fiction post all set to go. I typed and thought and typed again and then was seriously distracted by a friend who should be sleeping very deeply now, and then, as I hit the "Schedule" button, i realized it was only Wednesday. This week is lasting forever!!!

Oh well, it's my wife's birthday and that means a good dinner and better sex, I hope, so I'll make this short. Have a WONDERFUL evening and we'll see you all again tomorrow.

XOXO

1 - I do not have one
2 - I still want one, I guess.
3 - I've started talking to people, real people, people who might actually be able to help.
4 - I need to learn to talk to people that are outside my comfort zone.
5 - Talking to anyone, in person, about myself, is out of my comfort zone.
6 - I'm crappy at marketing myself. I own a mirror, I see too much.
7 - My friend claims to know everyone, I will be putting him to the test tomorrow as I write 5 of his friends. Let's see how many write back.
8 - If I drink a large hot chocolate with hazelnut and whipped cream at every networking meeting, I'm going th have to spend more time at the gym.
9 - I'm starting to see possibilities for other jobs, other industries, and it gives me some home.
10 - I want a job, I just want the right job.

g'night all!

Last Day

Last day

I woke up, dressed, and went to the gym to teach my class as usual. 16 people, not bad for the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day. A few minutes in the pool to cool off and calm down, 10 minutes in the Jacuzzi, and then it was impossible to avoid it any longer.

Traffic was light and I got to work by 8:30 and sat down for my last day.

Last day. After 12 years, one more shift, one more lunch, one more drive home.

And then what? A vacation to distract me, a few days more of Christmas break, and then the kids are back at school, the house empties, and I sit. What next?

Last night as I talked to my friend I realized that it was my last bus ride home. The last bus pass for a while, the last time standing on the corner in the cold complaining with the other riders that Pat is always late and that Darrel runs early and…freak it’s cold outside… last time.

I pulled in to the parking garage and turned off the car. I could feel it in the backs of my knees, the tingle that starts before any big event. It’s my body betraying it’s nervousness, the anticipation, almost a “fight or flight” feeling. Do I hunker down and wait out the last few hours or do I engage and write and say goodbye and get my hugs and accept the reality of losing the people I have learned to love the past 12 years.

A group of us, my old staff and some extras went to lunch to commemorate my departure. No speeches were asked for nor offered, on e guy missed it all together to handle a computer crisis, the bill came and was paid by my peer who drove in to say good-bye. That was nice.

I didn’t get the “bag of crap’ that is traditionally given, a company gym bag full of last year’s mug, some golf balls, a hat, some note pads that you were going to steal anyway to go with the pens that went out in your gym bag last week. It’s all quite anti-climactic really. I’m just one of 6 leaving today or tomorrow, one already took off on Tuesday and I missed saying goodbye to him, and he got no lunch at all, so why complain?

Before I leave I have to pack. Earlier this week my wife offered to drive in to help, but what would I have her do with the condoms in the drawer, the ones that are next to the panties sent by a friend as a thank-you. What do I do with 9 years of Sport Illustrated Swimsuit Editions, or the 3 Victoria’s Secret catalogs with annotations for a friend’s shopping spree? I have a life here at work that is totally removed from my home life.

Here I have friends from all over the world. At home I have a family, 4 walls, and some acquaintances at the gym, none of them willing to talk dirty to me. J Here I am an author, a friend, a Master, a lover, a blogger, a bit of a man-whore, and part of a community. At home I’m just me.

If this sounds self-pitying it should not, it’s pensive and transitional. It will pass. Another job will come, I will find time to write, but not chat as much. I will enjoy Tumblr on my phone in my private moments, but not at home, at my desk, with my wife at my side. Real life, for a while, will crowd out part of who I am. But that is the nature of life, “Change is the only constant.”

So, I will get moving on from the sadness of leaving and count my blessings of 12 years of gainful employment, 10 years of good bosses, great friends, lots of time to write and think and play, and since we are still in the Christmas Season I will tag on a song from my favorite version of “A Christmas Carol,” because I really do have a thankful heart.

(If you haven’t seen the Muppets production of “A Christmas Carol” you really must add it to next year’s celebration. It’s a wonderful adaptation with cute music and some really funny Muppets.)

Good news that sounds bad

Yesterday I mentioned that today's post would sound like bad news when it is really good news.

I had a long, and interesting post, about my job history and my life and about how, on December 31, 2011, I'm losing my job in a company layoff. But as I read it I realized that it was way to specific about jobs, locations, duties, uniforms, and it felt like if ANYONE who every knew me for a little while would know that it was me. Silly, right?

None of my good church-going friends would read a blog like, mine, but still, it felt very exposed so I pulled it out of the schedule and now you are reading this one.

On December 31, 2011, I'm losing my job in a company layoff. Seriously, it's the best possible outcome.

I've been bored senseless in my job lately. Repetitive audits, boring software design, people who don't care, an absentee boss who teaches me nothing. It all adds up to the blahs. I should have quit 2 years ago. I should have pulled the plug on my dead-end job and moved on, but I didn't and that's OK, because now I get a severance package that will care for me while I get a new job.

I know that a lot of people are struggling with employment issues right now. I feel incredibly lucky to be moving on the way I am. I am lucking for something new, a different way to use my skills than just keeping the computers running and making the auditors happy. I'm looking for a creative company that does interesting things and wants to pay me a lot of money to do it.

The only down side is that if I actually have to work in this new job, then it will seriously cut in to my blogging and chat time. Do you think I can negotiate that into my new contract?

at home

I am working from home today so I can go to a doctor’s appointment this afternoon. After that it’s lunch with the wife and then to my son’s school for an event. After that, well, then it’s time for my daughter’s next X-Country meet and then homework after that for her chemistry test on Friday. Thank goodness, the math test was postponed or today would be really busy. J

Working from home is nice but I have very little privacy and I have to be very careful when I’m checking out Tumblr or even reading blogs… Some of you put up naughty pictures, shame on you. Plus, it’s difficult to explain why reading work e-mails gave me a wet spot, or why I suddenly have to take a shower.

I started the day off with teaching my class at the gym. It was an 80’s mix with some trance thrown in and I had 23 in class which was a big improvement over the 11 I had last week. I almost decided to drop this class but a big turnout always makes me feel better, and two of my favorite people said they liked the music, which helps. The class was well attended in the right way too, angry brunette was there, as usual with a scowl on her face, but busty blonde was back for her 2^nd week, cute Latina was on the front row and working really hard, young mom was there and HCWDB was there too. We just need to get rid of the BF.

I love having good looking people in my class, but I actually get a bigger kick out of the old guys and grandmas. They are so nice afterwards and the work so hard for being over 70+ in a couple of cases, and though they don’t do everything I call out, they are there ever week and always seem to be smiling.

Oh, on the off chance you were wondering, the Dr.’s appointment isn’t a big deal, it’s just one of those “boy are you getting old” appointments for a little maintenance work. I just hope they warm up the probe this time.

Oh, and the worst thing about working from home on a Thursday? No time to work on FFF, but I’ll have something ready, something… Calm…. And if you haven’t started yours yet, head over to Panser’s place and see what’s cooking.

Weekend Stats

OK, I'm back in the office, debating what to do first, so here are some statistics:

Unread blog posts: 112
Unread work e-mails: 110
E-mails read on my Blackberry that need to be read again: 50+
Blog posts written lately: 0
Blogs to update: 3
Friends who have been ignored (to my shame): 6
# of orgasms for me since Thursday: 0
# of orgasms for others: 8.5 (thank goodness for free evenings and weekend minutes and voice mail)
Instructions given: a few, she likes to be told what to do. (see # above)
Redtube videos recommended by a friend that need to be watched: .8 (it's on pause right now)
Total hours of sleep in past 4 nights: 22
Miles driven: 550+ (depends on if you count the ones when I took the wrong exit)
Arguments with wife: 2, but minor.
Roller Coasters Ridden: 11
Burgers eaten: 5
Miles run: 4
Yards Swam: not as many as I'd like
Days at the beach: 1
Amusements Parks: 2
Big family dinners: 2
Flights taken where I got to be at the controls: 1

Sunburns: 0 (my goal is to come home whiter than when I left. I hate sunburns)
$ spent on souvenirs: $35. I'm a cheap SOB
Pictures taken: 200+
Pictures deleted because after looking at them I realized she was probably only 15: 3
# of times I felt like a dirty old man at the amusement park: 20/hour (total jailbait festival)

Right now I'm beat. I'm in the office staring at my to-do list and wishing I could sneak into the director's office across the hall and snag her couch for a nice long nap. Or, I could ignore everything and finish the 5 hours of on-line training I need to wrap up, or, I could wait until my friends log-in and spend the day chatting.

But, I should probably do something more productive... I know! I'll clean my office....

:-)

Blown Away

Some days feel just like this...

Sometimes your job feels like this. You can't catch your feet, your leader is just as unstable as you are, the team is blown to hell and back, and eventually, someone's going to want to eat you for lunch, and not in the good way.