Consumed

The channel in my brain is doing the “bad employment experiences,” 24/7. I dream about work schtuff in nightmare modes where I’m coding and programming solutions while navigating the social disgraces of co-workers who just happen to have the souls of serial killers. The parts that wake me up usually involve the powers that be that keep trying to lock me in the elevator that keeps going down down down – I know the doors will open up and all the lost finances (and taxpayer expenses) of the past half-century will come crawling at me and latch onto me and leech me dry. It’s bad when your choice of lunch dates consists of grabbing something “to go” with a boss’ boss’ boss who doubles as Hannibal Lecter, or with a new employee who exemplifies everything you hated about Mormonism, including the bad suits.

Round two with potential new (and better!) option is tomorrow morning, 8:00am. Wish me luck, since I’m running out of appendages and extremities to tie in a knot.

**update**  1.25 hour interview where we spent equal parts talking/listening.  My judgment could be wrong, but it seemed he was excited about the possibility of me working with him.  Peers, not boss/subordinate.  He’s forwarding his recommendation and notes from the interview to the two partners of the business.  I thought the time-line would be next week – oh no, he said, they move fast.  One of them will be calling me tomorrow or Thursday.  If that goes well, a portion of the conversation will be on how to break the news to my boss, since the main concern is that it be known that I approached them (officially) and that they are not actively (which means “passively” could be an option) trying to recruit me.

My mind’s mush, since I had a massage tonight and it was awesome and I had a late dinner and I’m thinking about having something with vodka and I really need to sit down with the two books that came in the mail today, but alas, the call of the blog is much stronger.  Onwards, to a post.