So, I feel horrible. Here I go, all silent for a few days. So I’ll catch you up.
Thursday was my last day on my old program. Which I finally feel comfortable naming here, since I’m not there anymore. I previously worked on a missile defense program based here in town, which was a great group of people, but not necessarily a program I believed in. It helped that we worked on DEFENSIVE missiles, meant to merely detonate already launched projectiles before they enter our airspace, but still.. I worked in a program that developed long-range weapons. And I’m a hippie.
My last day was unexpected and very sweet. Out of nowhere, I was thrown not one but two going away parties. Complete with cakes. Lots and lots of cake. (I’m not much a cake person, but one of them was from Peggy Ann Bakery. OHMYGODMUSTSHOVELINMOUTHBYHANDFULS.)
Of course, the flip side of that was a manager telling me he didn’t think I was qualified for my new job. Said I wasn’t experienced enough. Also said he didn’t feel qualified to judge my integrity. At which point, I said, “Then perhaps you’re not qualified to do this at all.” I won’t miss some things.
Friday was my first day on my new job: same company, different program, different contract. I got there early to meet my new boss and figure out what exactly I’m doing. Especially since, you know, I’m not qualified for it.
Dude, about ten a.m., my chest was ready to explode from the excitement. Not only am I extremely qualified to do this job, but I can do it WELL. I can ROCK at it. And it’s a program that I’m seriously excited about. It’s not just a paycheck anymore; it’s something I really believe in.
Oh, and one of my duties (that is so cool) is to set up a new facility. IN NEW-FREAKIN-ORLEANS. So, you know, I have to travel there a lot. ON THE COMPANY DIME. What a hard life.
This weekend has been busy but productive. Had a hellified yard sale on Saturday and got rid of everything we wanted to. Bryan’s been great about getting the house packed up. I TOTALLY SUCK AT MOVING. I cannot function in a house of chaos. Ask Bryan. My physical being changes. I often will sit in the middle of a room to be packed or mid-pack and just stare, because the hamster falls dead on the wheel in my head. So Bryan just sucks it up and packs. (While I can’t pack up a house, I am a HELLUVA unpacker.)
The week ahead is crammed with STUFF. We close on our new house, move in, celebrate Bryan’s birthday, celebrate The Boy’s birthday, and who knows what else. I’m taking two days off to get everything signed and some smaller stuff taken over. I’m so ready to be over there. Every time I do something.. take a shower, a load of laundry, unload the dishwasher.. I do a mental calculation of how many more days I will be doing it in this house. HOORAY FOR BEING GROWN-UP HOMEOWNERS.
I wish you all the best Memorial Day weekend. Enjoy your time and remember those who gave us our freedoms.
