I want a new job. Now may be a stupid time to actually make a move. Supposedly payroll is going to be mine, all mine (muah ha ha ha) in the next month. (Which means it’ll happen sometime in February). The guy that does our taxes needs an office manager. Maybe I can do that?
I’ve been where I am for 6 years now – about a week ago was the sixth anniversary of the day I walked into that office, supposedly for “a few days”.
(I always say that someone should put up a sign.) I worry that I can’t do anything else. Six years is a long time, considering I’ve only been out of college for 7. I’m scared to move and not excited to stay. If the payroll transition really happens (and New Boss isn’t, herrrm, laid off in the meantime) I think she’ll make it unbearable for me.
But yeah, I left the accountant a voicemail, asking for more information.
And Plan B: Yeah, it’s still a plan. Lately, I find myself scared of that, too. What if I can’t handle it? (Not the first 9 months – everything ends sooner or later, right? – but the subsequent 18+ years.) With my tendency toward being easily overwhelmed, it’s something to consider. What if I’m making a terrible decision?
And, the stupidest of the three topics: television. We don’t have a TV hooked up in our bedroom right now (it was unhooked the day the consignment store took away the furniture) and the new one won’t be set up until sometime between now and Thanksgiving. I really miss it for the nighttime noise and the movies I have on the PVR. I was in the middle of watching something (I don’t remember what now).
Holidays: Thanksgiving with the in-laws here, Xmas with the in-laws (and my family too, hooray!) up in Ohio/Indiana. So much for a quiet holiday for Thanksgiving.
We’re going to visit Blanche next weekend. I meant to go in August for her birthday but it didn’t happen. It’s stupid, but I want to ‘talk’ to her.
Anyway, enough for now…