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Sep. 7th, 2008
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The Angry Geologist Considers a Cooler Job
Sep. 7th, 2008 06:29 pmI sent in that availability survey back as soon as it hit my mailbox last week with a response amounting to "YES OHGODYES!" Because, you see, the job description on it basically read like "The Angry Geologist's Dream Job out of Grad School." Should I get it, I'll be working on carbon sequestration, the statewide geologic mapping program, and developing something called "The Living Geologic Map." And I won't be beholden to any clients' wishes- I would serve the public. And it pays better, the insurance is capped at 1% of your salary, has an actual frakking pension on top of a voluntary retirement account, and gives more personal days than my current job. I'm not sure if it would be a step up in responsibility, but it seems like it would be a setp up in many other respects.
Let me get it off my chest right now that I wish this development would have happened a year ago- then I wouldn't have to worry about my current employer. My parents had the same jobs almost my whole life- my dad only quit being a coal miner because the mine shut down. So the concept of "career changes" is a bit alien to me. I understand that they have to happen, of course, especially in today's world. It's just a bit uncomfortable knowing that if this happens to come through, I'll be going to my boss, "Oh, by the way- I'm leaving the company to take a cooler job." And miss responsibility here is giving me a headache about that, because I'd be leaving them in a bit of a lurch as we're already stretched pretty thin as it is.
In order to quiet her down, I'm going to start documenting everything I do. And if this other job should come through, I will take it without a second thought, and leave the documentation in my cube for the next guy to find.
I hope this job comes through...
Let me get it off my chest right now that I wish this development would have happened a year ago- then I wouldn't have to worry about my current employer. My parents had the same jobs almost my whole life- my dad only quit being a coal miner because the mine shut down. So the concept of "career changes" is a bit alien to me. I understand that they have to happen, of course, especially in today's world. It's just a bit uncomfortable knowing that if this happens to come through, I'll be going to my boss, "Oh, by the way- I'm leaving the company to take a cooler job." And miss responsibility here is giving me a headache about that, because I'd be leaving them in a bit of a lurch as we're already stretched pretty thin as it is.
In order to quiet her down, I'm going to start documenting everything I do. And if this other job should come through, I will take it without a second thought, and leave the documentation in my cube for the next guy to find.
I hope this job comes through...
Holy crap. Thank Christ that migraine is gone. I was worried it was going to keep tormenting me all night and keep me company on the three-day sampling event.
I dropped off Roland at the kennel today, and that's when it started. It didn't really get bad until I stopped for pizza on the way home. For some ridiculous reason, the thing must have affected my sense of touch this time- I couldn't even pick up the pizza to eat it because my hands were super-sensitive to the heat. Usually I can start gulping it down after it hits the plate, but today I couldn't even pick it up. All I could do was suck down my soda and page through the real estate booklet until I finally got fed up with the whole thing, told the screaming nerves in my fingers to shut up, and ate up anyway.
My brain does weird tricks sometimes.
Last night I was dreaming I was lost in the Beijing airport (full disclosure: I've never been to the Beijing airport, and do not even know if such a place exists, though I can infer that it does.). The ticket said my flight home had left two hours ago, but someone told me it had been delayed, and I was searching for the gate in a place that looked more like a shopping mall, and had no maps or helpful signs in any language. Somehow, after riding a giant slide down to the lower level (don't ask, there is no possible good that can come of asking), I finally found a terminal with some gates in it. I have no idea if this was actually my gate, because I woke up before I could find someone to tell me where I was supposed to be.
I dropped off Roland at the kennel today, and that's when it started. It didn't really get bad until I stopped for pizza on the way home. For some ridiculous reason, the thing must have affected my sense of touch this time- I couldn't even pick up the pizza to eat it because my hands were super-sensitive to the heat. Usually I can start gulping it down after it hits the plate, but today I couldn't even pick it up. All I could do was suck down my soda and page through the real estate booklet until I finally got fed up with the whole thing, told the screaming nerves in my fingers to shut up, and ate up anyway.
My brain does weird tricks sometimes.
Last night I was dreaming I was lost in the Beijing airport (full disclosure: I've never been to the Beijing airport, and do not even know if such a place exists, though I can infer that it does.). The ticket said my flight home had left two hours ago, but someone told me it had been delayed, and I was searching for the gate in a place that looked more like a shopping mall, and had no maps or helpful signs in any language. Somehow, after riding a giant slide down to the lower level (don't ask, there is no possible good that can come of asking), I finally found a terminal with some gates in it. I have no idea if this was actually my gate, because I woke up before I could find someone to tell me where I was supposed to be.
