I just got a new job. It’s in the same city as my girlfriend, whom I’ve been dating at a distance of 200 miles for over two years, it neatly includes my love of ecology, biogeography, and my expertise in GIS, and oh yes, it pays me 1.5 times as much as I’m making now. After three years in this hellhole of a job, I’m finally getting out!
I moved back to Alabama a few years back, after I had started to become established in Washington DC, working for World Wildlife Fund. Why? I fell in love, of course. We made all these shiny, wonderful plans for when I moved back. As soon as I stepped foot in the state, of course, she dumped me.
Ever since then, there’s been a miasma of foolish compromise and failure that’s hovered around my professional life like the stink of old gym socks. I took a series of lousy retail jobs, tried my hand at management (blech!), got fired, and finally settled into the state job which I currently “enjoy.” In reality, it’s a pointless, paper-shuffling gray expanse of nothingness until retirement. It has nothing to do with what I’ve worked for for so long.
Well, folks, in the interim, I started dating Katherine, and she’s been a steady beacon of intelligence, humor, love, and support. And just last week, I got the job offer, and I’m getting out of this freaking city! I’m going where it’s green! I’m going to do something enjoyable!
Plus, you’ll have to forgive me. I just took a half-hour run in the 97-degree midday heat, so I’m either flushed with endorphins or brain-fried. Either way, I’m happy.
I feel loquacious, ebullient. Positively fucking effervescent!
So, because bitterness and bitchery has been my lot for so long, let me whine about something incredibly petty (with a big grin on my face: )
ahem
To the woman standing in line behind me at Subway:
Please. Back the hell up. I’m sweaty, cranky, hot, and tired. I also have a sense of personal space. Any time I tilt my head up, say, to feel a the breeze from the ceiling fan on my upturned face, and the back of my head smashes into the bridge of your nose, you’re standing too damn close!
By the way, that one pore on the side of your nose? It looks like it may be abscessed. How do I know? When I turned aroud to see what the heck I’d hit, it was about half an inch away from my right eye. Nasty.
Thank you.
[sub]woohoo! :)[/sub]