Where Have I Been???

So where have I been?  I don't know.  I'm not sure where I am now.  I definitely don't know where I'm going.  Stuff has been happening.  I've been living "one day at a time" as my colleagues in the multi-step thingie say.

I'm at work.  I'm on a break waiting for the next thing to do, which is how stuff goes at the new gig.  Busy, busy, busy; wait, wait, wait.  I don't mind that.  I actually find it to be my preferred method of existence.

I've been spending a ton of time applying for actual jobs (since this is a freelance deal and therefore not steady and therefore not appropriate for a grown-up like me) and all of the awkwardness that goes with that.

I made a new CV, which for those of you who don't know, is a long-winded academic boring version of a resume.  I've written about sixty cover letters, attempting to personalize each one to the exact job and location and yadda yadda yadda.  And some folks want "candidate statements" and others want "philosophical statements" and others want three references or five references or a list of the references' contact information--three or five--and some don't ask for references at all but might want a portfolio or DVD or to have followed me around for the significant moments of my life so they can tell whether or not I'm worthy of the $40,000/year one year or two year appointment available at the college I've never heard of in the town I've never heard of in the state I've only driven through which I could really describe as accurately as needed as, "not within spitting distance of Manhattan" or "what will I do with myself if I have any spare time?" and forget about describing any further.

The logistics are ridiculous.  I get a job somewhere else.  Bruce Wayne has to finish school where he is if he is going to manage good odds at the college thing, which I can't afford to pay for.  Sandman is applying for graduate school near here and won't want to leave if he gets in and they offer to cover his tuition.  And well, Peter Parker would probably come along with me because she hates everything so is always convinced that not only is the grass greener, but the new thing will change everything for the better.  And then we'd be trying to maintain two households on . . .

If I go down this path I am just flinging myself down onto the soft pine needles for lack of energy that might allow me to move in any direction.  That was an extremely messy use of the journey metaphor.

Let's talk about something better.  Did you know that people at work can be nice and friendly?  I had forgotten.