15 December 2006 12:53

Getting it out of the way

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The thing about being gone for, oh, two years or so is that one feels like there must be a Lot To Say. Which is intimidating. So, to sum up: I left my job. I mean, I gave notice and all that other grownup, responsible crap, but I did not have another gig lined up, or any of that other grownup, responsible crap. So for the last couple of months I've been living off of savings and bonus checks and looking halfheartedly for something that will pay me money while I figure out what the hell it is that I want to do. Number one nice thing about my time spent in the corporate sector: they paid and bonused me well enough that I was able to leave. And that was scary - I've never done anything like that without a safety net or a plan B or something, something. But going was what I had to do to force myself to figure crap out, so it's what I did. And I'm really very happy about it. What else? No weddings, no babies - at least, not for me. I'm still bepartnered, and perhaps someday when I'm feeling antagonistic and like punishing myself, I'll go through my philosophy on all of that, but today let's keep it light, shall we? The dingo and I celebrated our five year anniversary this past week. He marked the occasion by shedding all over the house and eating some Greenies, and I fawned over him like nobody's business. He's the best dingo in the world, even if he needs a bath and I haven't gotten my act together to make that happen. So that's some of it. Not terribly interesting, and not terribly satisfying to write (and let's not joke here, kids; I'm looking for some satisfaction), but it had to be done and now it is. And now we can get on to inanity. And, you'll be glad to hear that unemployment leaves at least the possibility of lightning-fast updates. Ah, just like the good old days. Only with capital letters. love, might