Oh, cripes, I just got a jury duty notice for the week after my new job starts! Bastards.
Eve, do you realize how bad this could be?
Look at what happened with Jesus. Really nice guy by all accounts. Hung out with some people and everyone was happy. Everything was going fine.
But then Jesus disappeared and things got weird. The old gang was still around but without Jesus there, it was like they lost their purpose. Then some of them started saying things like “Jesus liked me better than he liked you” and “It’s your fault Jesus went away” and “Remember that time Jesus said this? Well, what he meant was…” and “If Jesus was here, he’d say this” and “Jesus said I was in charge until he got back”.
Eve, don’t let this happen again. Don’t make the same mistake Jesus did. Stop in as often as possible and check up on us.
Otherwise, the blood of the infidels will be on your hands and perhaps your shoes.
Wearing a thorn tiara with linen? Never.
Just went to the new job to get acclimated—I will have no time for goofing off. Hell, I won’t even have a desk drawer; I’ll have to buy one of those plastic storage thingies at Office Lean-To. Basically, I am going to be going through and adding to their database huge collections of movie stills—seeing what they still need, what’s marketable, what’s not duplicated, etc. That should take a couple of years, as they keep buying out other collections to add to their online “store.” So it’ll be a lot of new technology to learn, too, and the technology changes each month! The business is growing so he said I will basically never run out of things that need doing.
New Boss is going to try to get my jury duty deferred—I’m one of those old-fashioned people who thinks you should serve jury duty, so I feel a little guilty about even trying to get one deferrment. But he was pretty adamant about, “No, you cannot go on jury duty the week after you start here.”
Very scary leaving my comfortable rut after eight years, but it does seem the only thing to do, with this job dropped into my well-dressed lap.
I want the folks in charge at your current editing job to suffer mightily after you leave. If they keep replacing competent, educated staff with fluff-brained ninnies, what’ll the magazine look like eventually? I get visions of articles written in mallspeak or leetspeak - without, of course, hyphens to make it look weird!
Eventually, hell—now. “Well, at least the editor runs a tight ship,” someone said to me in the elevator. I replied that she does not run a tight ship: the ship is getting into port two weeks late, it’s the wrong port, and the whole crew is in the ladies’ room crying.
I just gave in my notice, and the managing editor agreed it was nice I was leaving on good terms and said she’s very happy for me. I asked her to tell the top editor: “She’s never spoken to me yet, why start now?”
Best wishes.
I have a feeling I’ll be checking in here when I get home from work (check answering machine, feed cat, call Mom, check the SDMB, go to bed) and killing time here on weekends when I should be working on my book.
No problem Just keep on repeating: Death penalty should be mandatory; Insurance companies are greedy and should be forced to pay, pay pay; and the public school system is the second biggest scam, second only o the US Justice system.
Let me know if you do this and still get put on the jury…I’ll be leaving the planet.
Congrats on the new job. It sounds almost tailor-made and perfect. 
So, Eve. Any reason you decided to start your new job on Talk Like A Pirate Day? I’d imagine that might make the first day on the job a bit awkward.
They’ll probably replace her with the official hyphen remover. Kill me now.
i’m glad you found something you will enjoy. i’m sure once you are there for a bit and they see how fantastic you are, you’ll be able to get some money and vaca time upped.
i put in my notice at the office. it is so very freeing.
Sounds like an amazing opportunity, Eve. Congratulations! Hope they appreciate you. Current workplace sounds like a nightmare. The hyphen-removal episode sounds like something out of Dilbert.
GT
Congratulations, Eve! Peace of mind, at least to the degree that your job doesn’t precipitate homicidal rage, is worth some vacation and fooling around time. I’m confident that you’ll find a way to waste time on the SDMB from home (or so I hope).
Eureka!
You can still spend the same amount of time on the SDMB if we have a group of Doper’s finish your book! I can see the reviews now
“It’s a wonderful book filled with fascinating new information. I had no idea the Castles had attempted to start a dance craze by the name ‘1920’s-Style-Death-Ray’!”
…or that Irene never fully recovered from that “Gotcha Ya!” gag that Vern pulled at his funeral service.
Heh, tell you what- the whole editorial staff at the newspaper chain I work at seems to be leaving; when that’s complete I’ll let you know exactly what it’s like. 
Eve, I’m happy you’ve found a job that suits your passions so well and that you can put some of the other ridiculousness behind you. At first, the new job may be a little intense- but then again, we’re way past tense, we’re living in bungalows now.
" . . . Although Chapter Three, ‘Hi, Opal!’ never really seemed to mesh with the rest of the book . . ."
I’ve just been going over the Employees’ Manual for my new job, and jeez, they expect you to show up all the time, and work! Very few days off, and only three days’ “bereavement leave” (which, unfortunately, I have to think of, with my mother’s condition). Absolutely no personal phone calls or e-mail, and no forums/message boards (yes, it actually says that).
So I shall be Amelia Earhart after mid-September, it looks like, with possible occasional sightings evenings and weekends.
Say hello to Judge Crater for me.