i think i love matt smith… he’s essentially me. but with a penis.
Day four at the new job… I can’t wait for the day when I’m counting it in years and not days. It’s a good fit.
Seriously, though, I don’t know why I bother with recruiters. So fucking useless. I’ve enjoyed telling them I’m employed now.
My jeans are getting big on me. I’m taking that as a sign that the workouts are working… I’m assuming, too, that means that I will be ready for the GORUCK. Wooooooooo!!!!!
June 8th is both coming too quickly, and not quickly enough.
Next weekend, I’m Albany bound. I think I may swing through Connecticut on my way home… there’s a boy I need to see.
Order has been restored to my life.
And it is good.
Very. Very. Good.
a little lestrade never hurt no one…
I’m officially the UCONN GIRL! at my new job.
I suppose that’s not any worse than being known as “New Hampshire!”...
It’s two days in to the new job, so I can’t say anything about it. Right now, it’s a job. A job that pays well. A job with people I like.
That’s good enough for me.
the sherlock fandom makes the best gifs
The whole idea behind this blog was that it was supposed to be a less personal, more family friendly, photoblog. It was supposed to serve as the yang to That Other Blog’s yin… and somewhere along the past six years, it’s kind of lost its way.
Now, it’s become a spot where I dump some of my favorite tumblr stuff and obsess over British TV shows. Oddly enough, I’m OK with that. Any blog I’ve ever written has always been a place that reflects where my head is at at any given point in time (and generally uncensored, which always made life interesting). I’m sure in a few years, I’ll look back at the archives and be all ‘what the fuck’, but for now, it’s a good time capsule of where my head was at during my latest ‘dark’ period.
I can’t / won’t talk about my former employer here… but I can tell you that towards the end, I had been working on my exit plan. They just beat me to it. The last few months were a bit not good…and it definitely showed by my obsession with fan fiction, with Doctor Who and Top Gear marathons, with watching the same
five Sherlock episodes over and over and over, and spending way too many hours on my Superwholockian tumblr account. WAY TOO MANY HOURS.
I’m starting to claw my way back out of it. Losing my job without a new one to jump to made life a lot worse and not having the people I thought I could count on there for support made it worse. Thankfully, other friends stepped up and kept me as sane as possible. Which is to say, not very sane. BUT. NJ, MKS and MM helped more than I’ll ever be able to thank them for. So if you’re reading this, you three, thank you, thank you, thank you!
Eventually, this blog will shift back to being more personal, more photobloggy (with my photos). I don’t have a time frame, but I know it will return to what it used to be as soon as I do.
Thanks for sticking around.
Three is a magic number, right? In case you haven’t been playing along with the home game, that’s the exact length of time I’ll have been unemployed before…
(drum roll please)
I start my new job on Monday.
I’m sorry. Let me rephrase that.
I START MY NEW JOB ON MONDAY!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This one was a wild ride. They never hire people - it’s a family business and there hasn’t been any turnover in forever - so it really was a weird experience. I was trying to keep my cool and not do The Interview Spazzout. (Seriously. That’s a thing.) It was hard, though. I have so many mixed feelings about how I left my previous employer that it was hard to get through the “What happened? Why were you laid off?” without either a) bursting into tears or b) getting angry. It’s complicated… even if you think you know the full story about life at my former employer, you don’t have a fucking clue. So, yeah, that.
It was funny - the guy doing the interview was a UConn grad, so we shot the shit a lot about the campus and that sort of thing. We talked about the dorms at South Campus being torn down / rebuilt and I said something about how I wasn’t at The South Campus Massacre because I was on the road with the hockey team or something. (I really wish I could remember where I was - I only remember hearing some friends telling stories about being pepper sprayed.) He like breaks off mid sentence, hauls ass to his office, and comes back with a UConn hockey puck.
It was surrreal. It was almost like he was trying to impress me. (Which, I have to be honest, I TOTALLY loved.) Other than that, I really felt comfortable there. At this point in my career, accounting is accounting is accounting, so the personality fit is more important. Is MOST important.
I don’t know. It’s 30 companies as compared to the five I had been working for. But it’s all the same industry and there’s a system in place, which makes it way different. Which isn’t to say that there aren’t things that need to be improved… plus they’re moving to a new software system, so hello! Double learning curve. Just my type of thing.
We’re actually doing a temp-to-perm thing, and I’ve already told another company (that I would have liked to work for) that I’m currently unavailable, but I don’t see myself leaving at the end of the temp period. I don’t see them letting me go, either. I think it’s just to make them feel better.
The only thing that really sucks about this is that it’s a local company. I just don’t have the experience, the software expertise and the CPA designation needed to get a comparable job with an international company. I don’t know what this means for our plans to move to London… but when I started looking, I knew I’d be stuck in the States longer than I wanted to be.
Oh well, we’ll figure it out sooner or later. We always do.
New message from [some person I used to know]: xxx-xxx-xxxx
There’s been too many spaces in our togetherness. Our relationship is defined by separation. By silences. - Megan McCaffery (Fourth Comings)
The silence has been broken.