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.
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.
I spent the last few days deep in a Sherlock marathon. (Kind of easy when there’s only six episodes… at least they’re an hour and a half!)
It doesn’t matter how many times I watch The Reichenbach Falls episode, John’s speech at the end absolutely DESTROYS me. I mean, gross sobbing, feels all over the place, and just the heartbreak of knowing the pain John feels as he buries (probably) the one person in his life he truely loves. (brOTP, man, B.R.O.T.P)
Seriously, it doesn’t fucking matter how many times… the tears start when Sherlock says “Good bye, John” and then I turn into a disgusting mess when John utters his last lines:
You… you told me once that you weren’t a hero. Umm, there were times I didn’t even think you were human. But let me tell you this, you were the best man, the most human… human being that I’ve ever known, and no-one will ever convince me that you told me a lie, so there. I was so alone, and I owe you so much. But, please, there’s just one more thing, one more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don’t be… dead. Would you do that just for me? Just stop it. Stop this.
I got in trouble on a Sherlock fan page when we had to say who we thought was the better actor: Cumberbatch or Freeman. I chose Freeman. Don’t get me wrong - I’ve been going through everything TiVo’s found with Cumberbatch in it, and he IS amazing. I will never say otherwise. BUT - in real life or as Watson, you can’t deny the fact that Freeman is one BAMF. Whether he’s staring down Mycroft in the pilot or sassing a reporter during a Hobbit interview, he never ceases to amaze me. Plus, he was ARTHUR FUCKING DENT! I’m sorry, but that trumps any role I’ve seen Cumberbatch in.
I suppose it’s time to say that if you don’t know who Arthur Dent is, we can’t be friends.
Anyhoo, to circle back, I don’t know how the Conspiracy Theory branch of the Sherlockians can spend so much time breaking that episode down frame by frame… We all know Sherlock comes back from the dead. (Oh, sorry, was that a spoiler? *grin*) The majority of us know how it happens in the stories, but falling from a building is a lot different than falling down a waterfall. I know there’s some trickery (the bike, the homeless network, the outlined area on the sidewalk) because it’s “all a magic trick”, but I can’t do it.
Even if I stop BEFORE Sherlock leaves his ‘note’, my brain fills in the rest.
Due to the BBC’s arrangement with PBS, fans in teh States won’t be able to watch Sherlock until late 2013 or early 2014. Grrrrrr…
Oh well. It gives me time to reread “The Empty House” and continue to think about how they will update/change the story to fit the show.
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.
Two big pieces of news today:
1) As I’ve been posting everywhere - I am beyond amused that today marks the 21st anniversary of my mother’s death. I am so amused that, if this anniversary were a person, I’d so take it out and get it shitfaced. I mean, the woman was a drunk. Seems oddly fitting…
2) I GOT A SECOND INTERVIEW WITH THE UCONN GRAD’S COMPANY! (I just realized that I never mentioned that interview in those terms. This is the guy with the 30 different companies.) I was joking with hubby because this guy was SO excited that when he asked me where I did my undergrad, I almost answered “UCONN, BITCH!”. Wisely, I swallowed that last word. Maybe he would have been amused by it… I don’t know. Maybe once I get the job there, he’ll get a full taste of my flavor of crazy.
It was a fun interview, one of the best I’ve ever been on. When they called me this morning - THEY HAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN MY THANK YOU NOTE YET! - to schedule the second, I don’t know which one of us was more excited.
Keep for fingers crossed for me, kids. If I don’t get a job soon, it’s going to get ugly. The depression is lurking in the background and I’m trying to keep it away, but I am so NOT good with being home alone all day every day.