Thanks Emma Jan 09

My friend Emma (Clobber Girl) wrote a blog about being 30 something and hitting a turning point in life, and it made me think about my turning point. Actually I've been thinking a lot about my working life lately. I think you know that I am in the midst of a job hunt-well not really a hunt but I applied for a job. I will pimp myself by way of explanation.

Yes I wrote a resume, but I really only included the last 10 years, mainly because they are the most pertinent, plus before then I was all over the place. The past couple days I had to fill out an application with exact dates and my past six jobs, so i had to go back to my old resume that I did 10 years ago to piece things together. I also dragged out my college transcript and some other paperwork from 1997. Looking at the line up of the courses I took and thinking about how crazy that time was makes me feel a little better about not remembering the name of my boss or anyone I worked with at the time (I worked at night and went to school during the day) Yes I could still tell you about these people but their names totally escape me. Here's a shot of some of us partying after work at the Irish Pub-I'm leaning up against the wall and yes I wore those hokey ass shirts too!



And here we are at my graduation-it's a shitty picture of me but what else is new?



But anyway, looking at my jobs and school stirred up all kinds of shit in my brain I guess, and then of course I start wondering about the new job, because I made the first cut, and shit I just might get it and then I change it all around again! That's not a problem really, but I will miss many things about my job now, but you know what, it is really time to move on.
Before I went back to school at 33, it took me about 2 years or so before I was thoroughly bored with work and looking for another way. Emma's blog startled me a little because she is going through some soul-searching about her life right about the same time that I sat myself down and said WTF self-something's gotta give-and decided to go to school, and then change jobs to make it easier. And then spend 4 years running around like an absolute maniac-no wonder I don't remember people's names LOL.

So here I am changing shit around again-scared that I'll get the damn job but excited about the change at the same time, but also wondering what if I don't get it-will the excitement of going for it compensate for the ennui and frustration I'm feeling now. Prob not, and no special projects in sight. I don't quite know what I'm hoping for, but my gut said GO FOR IT! so I did.

Stream of consciousness away!

Thanks for reading