Well, this week things got real. I confirmed that my time on my Great Canadian Adventure will not be extended, which means that soon I will be headed back into the breach of my regular job full of despair and distrust of my management's competence.
With the news that my career goal will remain unattainable with my current department, I'm having to knuckle down and try to figure out how to get my heart onboard with my brain's plan (stay in this department, disengage at work, do only work at the level they are willing to compensate me for, use my energy and passion in the community, collect my paycheck, drop down to 80% when my body decides that is necessary, . . . retire) or figure out if I really do have other options that I have the energy and desire to pursue.
Toward that latter end (trying to find out about other options), I've been reaching out and emailing people and setting up meetings. That I don't really have time to prepare for due to having real actual work to do. That I am finding it hard to do because of the (waves toward great wave of not caring driven by discouragement of previous situation). And whose names I will have to keep straight.
Monday was a holiday, and I did a lot of resting on Saturday and Sunday to keep the cost of last Saturday's Niagara Falls jaunt down. Books. Podcasts. Naps.
Got my hair cut. I was going to try to grow it out and got it cut last time with that in mind. The hair stylist warned me that it would look absolutely horrible while I was growing it out. She was NOT wrong. I . . . just couldn't take how bad it looked. Maybe I am stuck with short hair because I will never be able to handle how bad it looks growing out? Regular hair cut person is moving and was booked up, so another person cut my hair and ironed out all the curls, so please enjoy this falsely straight cut that will never actually look like this again. Also, I don't even know where I took these pictures a few days ago after the haircut (at the grocery place?), but the lighting is weirdly dramatic.
Explored some more around Union Station underground area, cleaned for the cleaners, packed for the last home leave, and left. My hair did not look like this.
Packing and suitcase slinging choices were made. They were bad choices. I'm glad I got an answer about the time not being extended because I could bring all my warm weather clothes home and leave them there along with one of The Suitcases. (!!!!!) However, yeah, I didn't do smart things when packing and moving suitcases, and I failed to brain in advance and didn't wear the braces I should have, and . . . Choices have consequences.
Consequences that I plan to assuage with some hammock time because the weather is going to be ridiculous.
And consequences I will try to not exacerbate due to the awesome weather and the desire to walk around the neighborhood and see all my tree friends catching fire! Hopefully not literal fire because Minnesota is in a very dry spell again, and the red flag warnings are not infrequent.
Anyway, it is good to be home and contemplate all the things I am going to recycle and pass along to others who need them more than I do. And stuff I am going to clean. And stuff I am going to rearrange. And take weekends off for real. And read too much manga. And use the money I saved from the death of my main discount manga /anime supplier (RIP Right Stuf) to create a more ergonomic home office / home computer setup. Hope you are having an October that makes you glad you live in a world with Octobers.
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