Flew back to SFO today, returned to the Witchnest. I do love coming home, though it means leaving ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) jaylake behind (for a few days at least). Oh, life. Why do you have to be so complicated? __________ This will be disjointed, because I am full of small thoughts, and I got up at 4am to make the very early flight, which was only a little bit late, and made up the time in the air, which, how is it that they can do that, and why don’t they always do that? __________ After I landed, I went straight out for errands and groceries before I even drove to the nest, which made me feel So Very Accomplished. Then I went straight up to Ye Olde Day Jobbe and *finished* (for some value of “finished”) the freelance project for Boss Man, which, yay! Now I have all day tomorrow to do all those other things I have to do…you know, like Christmas shopping and stuff. For my friends–because my family, most wisely, gave up on Christmas gift exchanges years ago. ___________ My building, with 12 apartments, shares one washer and one drier. I lost the Laundry Wars this afternoon/evening: it took me four hours to get one load through.  ____________ But my time wasn’t wasted. I had a lovely talk with my dad, as I called him for his birthday (happy birthday again, Dad!). We will see each other on Christmas, but there will be many people there, including my fascinating aunt from Italy, so it was cool to talk one-to-one. _____________ That’s about all I got for now (see above re. getting up at 4am…)  Happy solstice everyone!
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ETA: Oh and I "edited" two chapters of Demonhead! Though, the book is totally needing more work the deeper I get into it, and I am marking things like "fix this" and "go back and check that" and "take tour of SF City Hall" and "fly to Bangkok" and the like as I go... -) Originally published at Shannon Page: Author. You can comment here or there.
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It’s fun to have out of town guests. They get you out of the house to see things in your own city that you’d never do on your own. Like, the Japanese Tea Garden in the pouring rain. Gorgeous. __________ Tonight is the Boss Man’s annual Christmas party, and even though I don’t work there any more, they’re going to let me go. It’ll be nice to see everyone after…well, three weeks. And for that, I must go make stuffed dates. And that’s about all I’ve got to report! Originally published at Shannon Page: Author. You can comment here or there.
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I’m done.
Gosh, it feels strange.
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Oh dear. I’m out of the cheap wine. Guess I’ll have to drink the good stuff. Oh gosh oh golly oh darn oh drat. _______________ One more day to go! Today was….another day. Today was the day where a lot of the “oh, this is the last time I’m going to do this” things hit. I said goodbye to the cafeteria lady who always remembered my order. In fact, it was the last day Boss Lady and I will play the “Yes, let’s go to lunch now–no, wait just a minute, I have to finish this one thing” game…I think she strung me out 45 minutes on that one today. She will starve when I’m gone. I cleaned out my directory, copied things to the shared drive; cleaned out my email; put my personal files on CDs (I’ve used my work computer as my backup for all my writing…hmm, must find new system for that); took a stab at the surface of my desk (though I didn’t get far enough down the piles to find the abandoned detritus of Problem A). I organized the EndNote library into an intelligent folder and tested to make sure it still works. That kind of thing. I brought home 2 more pictures from my walls. One to go, tomorrow. One day to go, tomorrow. Man. Originally published at Shannon Page: Author. You can comment here or there.
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2 more days. There’s too much going on to even write about it. Things got better, at the Day Jobbe; then they sort of got worse again; but, it’s two days! Whatever, I can deal. jaylake left for Portland today. I’ll be there Sunday. In between: we’ll manage. We always do. I did another chapter of Demonhead. It still doesn’t suck. I did three loads of laundry. And some dishes. And, well, beyond that: I feel like I have nothing intelligent to say. Maybe it’s the not-sleeping. Monday night, I lay awake till about 4am–well, eventually got up and read a while, but yeah, not even sort-of sleeping. (Until after 4am, when I did fall asleep, and had ugly ugly horrid nightmares.) Last night, I fell asleep after only about 45 minutes, but then woke again at 2, till about 4. This is Not Good. Tonight, I hope for better. Stupid brain. Originally published at Shannon Page: Author. You can comment here or there.
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Dear Day Jobbe:
Friday is my last day. I have four days of work left. Four. Days. If I had no actual projects to do, I would still be able to keep more than busy weeding and moving computer files to the shared drive, writing cheat sheets and instructions for all the things that I do, weeding and sorting paper files, and going through the piles of paper on my desk–as you have asked me to do.
Or, I might be able to do more of the Research Project of Impossibility, to at least demonstrate the impossibleness of it. Or, I could keep on with the 100-page (with 600 references) review article Boss Man wants done. Or, I could help solve the supplies problem, or get the phosphorimager service contract dealt with, or follow up on the task list and weed out the email, or hunt down that subcontract we keep not hearing back on, or any of the other fourteen things you desperately asked me to do yesterday.
But I can’t do it all. I just can’t. I have four days left. I’m only one person. I’m stressed out. My boyfriend has cancer. I got three crappy hours of sleep last night. I can’t fix the situation at work, and I can’t keep trying. I quit this job, remember? I can’t fix it. I care about you guys, I really do. I’m sorry the situation here is so broken. I’ve worked really hard over the last four years to try to fix it, but the larger world keeps breaking it, in ever more spectacular and horrific ways. I’m sorry about that. But I have to go now.
Yours,
Very Stressed Witch
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Dear Self:
Reread this as needed for the next four days. Maintain sanity. It will all be over soon, and you can get on with the rest of your life.
Love,
Witch
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Apparently, the thing to do at this juncture is to say, Ahem, it’s Nebula-nominating time, and, well, I’ve got a few things to draw your attention to… So, um, here they are: “Eastlick” –in Black Static, May 2009. I love this story. It’s not in the least autobiographical. Well, except for the setting, and the pre-teen emotions. And some details. But, other than that, nope, not at all. “By the Sea”–in the anthology Grants Pass. This uber-cool post-apocalyptic anthology is getting some Stoker attention, BTW…. Rolling Steel (collab with Jay Lake), Clarkesworld, April 2009. A collaboration with jaylake , and also a podcast. Do I need to say anything more? Okay, that’s surely plenty. Go forth and nom(inate). Or don’t. It’s all good. I’ll still like you. ____________ In other news: I edited the first two chapters of Demonhead last night, and they actually did not suck. Of course, the beginnings of books never do, when you’re at the wide-open part of the parabola. So, I’m sure it will be horrible as I progress. But so far: not horrible. I might even do some more tonight… And jaylake has been working on Our Lady, and reports that it similarly does not suck. (Except for that inexplicable bit about the shoal beds.) So, yay! _____________ Day Jobbe, on the other hand, sucks quite a bit. But: four days left. I can do this… Originally published at Shannon Page: Author. You can comment here or there.
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Yeah, I know it’s not Friday, it’s Tuesday; but, when you have a holiday Wednesday, then Tuesday is Friday and that’s all there is to it.
And for that, I am sooooooo glad.
I have severe short-timer syndrome at the Day Jobbe, and they know it. Boss Lady gave me a fairly impossible project to do last Friday–but it’s very important, and it’s squarely within my realm of responsibility. But it’s impossible! Nevertheless, I set to it on Monday, and got as far as I could, before veering off into simpler tasks and Spider Solitaire filing and organizing.
Today, I had other stuff that commanded my attention and focus, and I spent no time on Impossible Task. But I told myself I’d get right back on it on Thursday, that I’d make a real run at it, I’d do my very best, especially considering I’m still going to do freelance work for these kind and generous people….
And as I was leaving at the end of the day, I walked by Boss Lady’s office, as I always do, and she was working on Impossible Task.
Yeah, she knows.
I don’t know if she’s going to be able to figure it out any better than I could, but…well, she doesn’t have short-timer syndrome. So there you go.
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And there’s a holiday tomorrow! My goals for the day are:
-Finish Golden Spider Beetles draft
-Accomplish as many to-do list items as possible
-Indoctrinate Helper Elves into orchid care
-Lie around and read and relax
That seems like plenty, don’t you think?
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Friends are good. I had a weekend largely away from the computer (as the sharp-eyed of you have undoubtedly noticed…), and I needed it. On Saturday, Mark arrived around noon, full of ideas and stories and good cheer. We shopped and he cooked, and also talked and talked to me about cancer and life and death and hope and faith and friendship and just all sorts of wise things. He fed me some of the best salmon I’ve ever had in my entire life. Sunday morning, he came along and we met Corry for breakfast, before she headed back up to wet, wet Seattle. She told us all about Mile High Con and other adventures as we ate far too much food at Boogaloos. After putting her on BART, I continued to torture the poor Pacific Northwesterner with our stunning weather by taking him for a walk up Buena Vista Park. Then he was off in his car for wet, wet Seattle (though I’ve just received reliable intelligence that he has been spotted in Portland). Got caught up on a few things, then the_ogre came by, with more friend-encouragement and good cheer. Honestly, jaylake has the best friends, and I am so pleased to be welcomed into their midst. Truly. __________ So, as all the details continue to unfold and organize, my own plans have been coming clear. My last “official” day at work will still be December 1, but my last actual day will be November 20th. I will leave on the 22nd to drive to Portland. jaylake’s surgery is the 25th; he’ll be in the hospital into the weekend, most likely. A whole gang of us will camp out at Nuevo Rancho Lake and rotate in and out of the hospital, as much as the authorities will let us. Then I’ll stick around through the following week, doing what is needed for the convalescent. Monday the 7th is the appointment with the oncologist, to discuss what was found in the surgery and the (probable) chemo plan. After that, I will likely drive home on the 8th, though that’s flexible, if things change. So: this is my last two weeks of work! (again…) And I’ve got a ton of things to do, to get ready for all of this. Car things–change oil, get chains, etc. Home things, though I do have helper elves lined up for the orchids already. Work things–stuff to finish up, stuff to hand over to the bosses (yeah there’s no replacement for me yet), bringing home all my personal stuff (art on the walls, etc), destroying evidence leaving the place nice and tidy for the next person. Just general life things, large and small. I probably don’t need to mention that not a lot of writing is getting done. Though I did eke out another few hundred words on the Golden Spider Beetles story on Friday, and, far more importantly, totally found the voice of the story. I think the next writing session will take it to the end…then it’ll just need some spit and polish, and I can send it around to first readers. As for when that writing session will be, I simply do not know… Originally published at Shannon Page: Author. You can comment here or there.
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Woke up with a bit of a stomachache this morning. I can’t imagine why. _____________ Actually, I’m a little puzzled as why it all hit me so hard last night. It’s not like there was really any new information yesterday–just a surgery date set. We already knew there would be surgery, and soon; there was no doubt about that. I guess somehow it finally got through to my lizard brain, which suddenly must have realized that Oh noes, something bad is happening to jaylake and people are going to do mean things to him! Aiiieee! Anyway, I feel better this morning. I had weird dreams about needing someone to drive me home to Portland (hmm), then got up and had an excellent yoga practice. Today I need to work out logistics of when I’m leaving my job–looks like my last day will be the 20th, though I’ll still try to keep 12/1 as my “official” end date. Then have to get everything else organized for being gone for a while–orchids tended to, mail, etc. Oh, and must arrange to have my oil changed. And buy tire chains. (And now I am very glad I didn’t buy overpriced airline tickets for Thanksgiving weekend!) And, well, my apartment is gorgeously clean. Originally published at Shannon Page: Author. You can comment here or there.
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Four years I've been working here, and I've typed hundreds of letters for Boss Man. I've got the signature line down:
Boss Man, MD
Special Shiny Star
Pubah of Our Department
Suddenly, a month before I leave, they announce a new level of specialness! Boss Man is now a "Distinguished Special Shiny Star"!
How to retrain these fingers??? It's as though they added a new pose to the Ashtanga primary series or something! Yikes!
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Broke 1,000 words on the new story, despite my tired brain’s best efforts to distract myself with Other Things. My reward shall be to go to Casa doctodd now and have them cook me a meal of great deliciousness, while I play with the cats. Not a bad deal, if I say so myself. All I have to do is get there. Yes, there is that. ________________ Thanks to all who have commented on my LJ this afternoon with the driving-vs.-flying (vs. the train) advice!! I am leaning hard towards driving, but feeling very sober and serious about the potential snow situation. So. Not yet decided–but I need to soon, yes. ________________ I’m so glad it’s Friday. Today wasn’t horrible at work, but it’s still hard, and I’m so done there, and there’s not much I can do about that. But I realized this morning that, what with all the upcoming travel, I had only four more days at work this month (three, now!). So, I can do that. Then there’s only November–and then free! Like an uncaged bird! Originally published at Shannon Page: Author. You can comment here or there.
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So you remember how there's dead bodies next door.
Today I was walking past that unmarked door, and a medical student was knocking on it, and waiting, and nobody was answering. And I swear to god, I actually had to put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from saying, "You'll have to knock louder, they're all DEAD in there!"
Oh, evil, horrible, shameful, I know. I am deeply embarrassed. So deep, I had to post it.
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1. Not So Bad.
My dreaded return to the Day Jobbe was fairly minorly stressful and busy–much less crazy than I expected. Sure, there were loads of emails and my inbox was full and all that, but that’s normal. The bosses were stressed out, but pretty much not to do with me. Boss Man, already a Very Special Special Shiny Star, has been given the Massive Bureaucracy Oh So Special Lifetime Award for Extra Special Specialness With A Cherry On Top award, and his MBOSSLAFESSWACOT award speech (with associated foofaraw) was this afternoon. So, that involved me running over to the library at the last minute to try to find a better copy of a picture he was using in his PowerPoint talk (Fail–German medical journal from 1955 is stored off-site); an hour-long disquisition on steroidogenesis (Middling Win: interesting and well presented, of course, but I got fidgety, and I already understand all I’m ever likely to about steroidogenesis); and a wine and cheese reception afterwards (Win, as I’m sure I do not need to explain to anyone here).
2. But.
This is now Day 3 of Not Writing, because I’m off in a few minutes to go see David Byrne with the President of Glyptotronics. Okay, I’m certainly not complaining here; just noting. Noting, that is, that I’m in the final exciting moments of drafting a novel, and I am suddenly Not Writing. For very good reasons, but still. Not Writing.
3. Randomness and Promo. (not in that order)
3a. Promo. LOOKIE!! A starred review! And, yes, the book is all kinds of awesomeness. I’ve read it twice, and, yes: “…exuberantly odd, melodramatically ironic and dangerously wonderful” about describes it.
3b. Randomness, part the first. Alas, our dangerously wonderful writer is sick. Today’s notes to me ranged, over a few short hours, from “I am feeling sort of bleh and pre-sick” to “I’ve left that meeting and I’m skipping dinner and I hope I can make it back to the hotel before crashing.”
3c. Randomness, part the second. After over a year, the name for my car came to me on my drive yesterday. I’m not going to tell you what it is yet, though; I need to let it sit a few days and make sure it wasn’t drive-related fatigue-insanity, and do a little research to see if it’s going to work. But: good stuff. I think. I hope.
3d. Randomness, part the third: post-travel bits and pieces. Yes, I did make it to the PO yesterday, where I found the copies of Grants Pass I’d ordered. Yay! And, upon returning from the grocery store, I found perfectly decent rockstar parking. And, I’m so car-focused, I was actually going to drive to the Byrne talk tonight, before I realized (yet again) that I live on a Muni line, and that said Muni runs right past where I’m going. Duh. And, speaking of that, time to go.
I guess that’s about all from here. Now I gotta check that Muni schedule and get out of here!
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Yeah so I drove 650 miles today. Like I did 10 or so days ago. Here’s what was different: -Getting up earlier really helped, I think (though I’m nearly dead on my feet right now). I didn’t end up pulling out of Nuevo Rancho Lake until 5:15, due to the whole packing-the-car thing again–complicated by the fact that I was doing it in the pitch dark, and my trunk light is broken again. So that was an adventure, packing by feel. And I have somehow acquired more stuff. Most of it books. Hmm. -The first at least two hours of the drive was in total nighttime, which made it kind of other-worldly. Which was cool. And even when the sun did come up, the day was overcast, so it didn’t feel like daytime for a long time. All the cars had their lights on till well past 9am, I think. -This time I had learned to go ahead and use the cruise control right from the start, instead of waiting until my heel was aching like crazy and my whole leg was exhausted and I had worn myself out monitoring my speed. WIN. I only “drove” (turned cruise control off) the last 60 miles, once I hit Highway 80 (and of course during the random crazy moments when one semi decided to whip out and pass another, etc etc). -I made better time, which I think was a combination of stopping less often (less heel fail due to cruise control), less traffic (due to starting earlier), and general stamina. Plus, once I realized I might make it to SF in time to check my PO box, that became a deeply motivating factor. -This is another reason I made better time, but it deserves its own separate notice: I had fast food for lunch. I don’t even know how many years it’s been since I’ve eaten literal fast food, from a chain. But, um, it was fast! -I noticed an incredible amount of roadkill, especially in Oregon. Also, the highway surfaces in California are a WHOLE lot better. (Sorry Oregon.) Although once you get to the Bay Area, that is no longer true; it is suddenly painfully obvious that our state is completely out of money. But Highway 5, all the way from the border to the 505 turnoff: smooth as a baby’s bottom. I could hear my music so much better (more on music below). -There is a stretch of southern Oregon where every rill, brook, stream, and small river is called Bear Creek. For serious: like 10 Bear Creeks in a row. What gives? -The final thing that was different: nobody was cooking dinner for me when I arrived here. Even so, I am happy to be home, and the orchids are certainly happy to be in the sink right now. About the music. Even though I own a nearly-brand-spanking-new car, it is not equipped with an input situation whereby I could plug (for example) a device into it to play music. You know, like a phone that has all my music on it, that can play songs randomly, whether they came from CDs or were bought from some helpful online service. The car does have a single CD player. So I brought lots of CDs and played them. Here is what I listened to today, in order: (I like to start and end long drives with Pink Floyd…then I just sort of grabbed whatever felt right.) Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here
The God Machine, Scenes from the Second Storey
Led Zeppelin [no album name, just symbols--the one with the guy with the sticks on his back on the cover] IV {thanks, guys!}
The Rolling Stones, Beggars Banquet
The Pixies, Doolittle
Beck, Mellow Gold
Bauhaus, Burning From the Inside
The Eagles, Desperado
The Alan Parsons Project, I Robot
Tindersticks [no album name on this CD, but I think it does have one, so this is odd]
Love and Rockets, Love and Rockets
Pink Floyd, Meddle I let “One of These Days” play twice, because I was on the bridge and that seemed good. Then I switched to KFOG. I need to take another picture of my nightstand, because it has gotten far worse. There are now 14 books on it. I don’t know how this happens. What I do know is that I need sleep…and I am not looking forward to the Return to the Day Jobbe tomorrow. Oh well! Originally published at Shannon Page: Author. You can comment here or there.
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Today I: -Woke up one minute before the alarm, from some very strange dreams, and nearly fell out of bed
-Did yoga
-Returned home to Rockstar parking
-Worked Day Jobbe (about which, the less said, the better)
-Resisted M&Ms
-Did not resist Doritos
-Fed/visited the Cats of doctodd
-Grocery-shopped, forgetting list, but remembered most things
-Returned home once more to Even Better Rockstar parking (Headliner, basically)
-Did Quicken and dealt with financial stuff–some successfully, some requiring more information
-Answered emails, including writing away for above-mentioned more information
-Returned parental phone call; now awaiting return of return of same
-Wrote 1,500 slightly distracted words on OUR LADY OF THE ISLANDS, while chatting/emailing/twittering/checking LJ flist
-Had no idea what to make for a blog post, cast thoughts over the day as it was, came up with the above. Um, that’s it for now, I guess. Originally published at Shannon Page: Author. You can comment here or there.
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Oh, such a nice weekend was had around these parts. Even the weather cooperated. I stayed largely away from the computer, as alert readers might have noticed. Friday was an Absolute Day From Hell at work. It’s like, after they made all that effort to persuade me to stay, they’re now trying as hard as they can to convince me to run screaming from the place. Okay–it’s really not that ridiculous. For one thing, it’s a different “they”–Boss Man and Boss Lady are still being perfectly decent. It’s more the place itself, and the impossibilities of it all: sudden and ridiculous deadlines, contradictory requirements from different departments, lack of the information I need, constant interruptions…bleh. Suffice it to say, I arrived home Friday night completely frazzled and overwhelmed–having already not slept well Thursday night. jaylake was very nice to me, Friday night and throughout the weekend. Cooked for me, rubbed my back and feet and neck and shoulders, shopped, did laundry, walked up Fae Hill with me, washed my dishes, read my fiction, listened to my ranting, painted my toenails. Yep: painted my toenails.  And it was a weekend with very little in the way of social plans, on purpose. Sunday evening we had a great dinner and fun hanging-out time with the_ogre; other than that, we just retreated from the world and healed the wounds of Day Jobbery. I finished reading ANTIPHON, and got well into Perdido Street Station; we saw District 9; went and looked at the empty Bay Bridge; you know. Stuff. Alas, I returned to Day Jobbe today, and jaylake returned to Portland. Such is life. But I am feeling much more human. And, although I’ve spent the evening feeding doctodd’s cats and doing WRPA and catch-up chores and Other Assorted Life Maintenance Stuff (including, um, blogging), I think I may try to get a bit of wordcount in on OLOTI just to get that blissful sense of accomplishment. And then bed. Mmm, bed. Originally published at Shannon Page: Author. You can comment here or there.
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Nothing of significant drama happened today. FTW!
Just an astonishing amount of Day Jobbe drudgery, sufficient to make me wonder if I’ve just made a terrible mistake, staying on. All those things I thought I could forget about forever, I now have to avoid for three more months actually deal with.
Or some combination of those things.
Actually, by the end of the day, I had kinda sorta gotten into the pace of the work, but then it was time to leave. I do think I’m getting my brain around a leaving-on-December-1 sort of time frame.
That’s not so very far off, now is it?
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I’m staying at the Day Jobbe, for the time being. This has been far, far angstier than it should have been, and it’s probably not done yet, but, as of now, I’ve rescinded my notice, printed out the next three months’ calendar and marked all the days I need off (reasonably generously), and am now looking at an 11/30 (or 12/1) end date. Unless it changes again. Which it no doubt will. This still means I get to drive to Portland on the 17th and back to SF on the 28–a trip I was dreading having to ask for time off for. Funny how the balance shifts from “oh god she’s taking 8 days off” to “oh great she’s not leaving!” Boss Lady is still trying to figure out a) how not to shoot herself in the foot and get the help she needs after I’m gone, or maybe even before I’m gone, so that (what an idea!) I could train the new person, and b) how to maybe even get a stipend or something for herself (though this is a pretty low probability event). Truly she deserves it; truly the burden of all this is landing on her. Except what is landing on me for having to stay in a place I want to leave. Meh. But for only three more months. Maybe. Unless it changes again. Which I’m sure it will. Anyway, no word count today. I’m going to be feeding doctodd’s cats when the doctodd family goes on vacation next week, so I had to go over to the Nuevo Doctodd Mansion after work and check out the whole new deal, and ooh and aah over such splendid two-story real house fantasticness. Seriously–it’s a gorgeous place. Lucky Doctodds! And now I’m tired and need dinner. So that is all. Originally published at Shannon Page: Author. You can comment here or there.
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Day Jobbe Insanity.
So, as I pretty much expected but was still bitterly disappointed to hear, the severance/buyout thing got denied, all the way up to the top, for whatever value of “top” you want to believe…I mean, not the Grand Pubah or any of the Mighty Overlords or anything, but up to the High Priestess Whose Word Is Final On Such Matters.
Boss Man, who is merely a Special Shiny Star (but a pretty darn Special one, by virtue of having been there so long, running our department, and having brought many, many millions of dollars into the Massive Bureaucracy, through both the ordinary route of grants but also by being the patent holder on Something You Have Actually Heard Of), was shocked and horrified to hear this. Which is nice.
But then he immediately asked if I would stay longer, as a result. And before I could say, “No, I am sooooooo out of here,” he went on: what if they restructured it so that I could have the time I needed for the travel I want to do, if we could cut my hours down by letting me use up some of the vacation and sick leave, etc etc…thereby easing the transition until such a time as I actually have my divorce settlement in hand and can get on with my life?
Um…
What it boils down to at this point, I think, is an emotional argument (”Oh my god let me out of here I wanna quit I can’t stand it I want time to write and this whole place is broken and it sucks and there’s no future here and I can make it really I can!”) versus an intellectual argument (”Hmm, sort of the same money and benefits for less work and more flexibility, and then I get to get out of here two or three or four months later?”). Which, put that way, is kind of a no-brainer.
Well, that’s the trouble. The brain is all, Yeah, duh. The heart is all, But you said that was my last Monday!!!!!! Wahhhhh!
Not asking for advice here, since it seems pretty clear to me…but, typing it out helped. And, I mean, if I’m missing something, do feel free to point it out to me! I don’t mind.
Where we left it was we (me, Boss Man, and Boss Lady) will all think about it overnight. Boss Lady had some technical questions that relate to how she posts the position–we wouldn’t want my staying on to mess up that process, because that only postpones the problem for her without solving anything. So she’ll work on that, and I’ll drink wine and think about it here.
And write fiction. ‘Cause that’s what I do, when I’m not doing payroll transfers.
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