What I look like under a microscope – Got the Jimmy Legs

What I look like under a microscope

If you thought this site was single-minded before, get ready for "All Job-Loss Talk." As usual, I'm about 18 months behind everybody else on the trends, so you're probably all full up with whining about losing one's job. So maybe I won't do that, even though I sure am thinking about it. I guess I would care more if I liked my job. But here at the flute end of things, I gotta say that the tedium had long won out over the interesting parts of this work. Ideally I'd like to get out of this business altogether and work in a field I actually care about. And I would … if I hadn't bought this damn house!

The one big trade off of my lousy job was that it provided me with, literally, more money than I knew what to do with. I saved up enough to jointly buy a house, and then had enough left over I was able to let every cat in the neighborhood move in with us. It was the thing that allowed me to say Yes to stuff I would never have been able to otherwise; in some cases it became the thing that forced me to say Yes (would I have all these cats if I had the self-control that limited funds provides?).

So now I am guessing that whatever job I can finagle, it won't be as much as I've been making. I've been looking at my expenses and if I whittle it down to the bare necessities, I might be able to get by doing production art work for a temp agency, which was my very first job in this town, and still one of my favorite things to do (hours spent nudging graphics and tweaking layouts). But that's not a career, and maybe it's time I got one of those.

So I'm going to spend the next 3 months trying to really think of what I'd like to do with my time. Since I know I can scrape by for a while if I have to, I'll try not to let that little voice (who sounds just like my Dad) flare up too much with comments of "Hey! You! You have to get a new job RIGHT NOW. Don't wait for the severance!" I don't know if it will yield anything useful, maybe the best way I can serve humankind is through 6AM conference calls with testy Flash developers and belligerent middle managers.


  1. Been there, done that
    Posted August 4, 2009 at 4:17 pm | Permalink

    Good luck! I HOPE you can continue to take care of 'the babies'!!

    We're moving to another state, I get to take my job with me for 6 mo's, but I have NO idea what entails after that, so I might be up your creek in the same boat as you in about 7 months.

  2. Francis Hwang
    Posted August 5, 2009 at 5:43 am | Permalink

    I'm not sure what I would do in your shoes, but I suppose not getting a new job right away just to get a new job is probably the way to go. Maybe you can start trying things out on the side while you've still got your day gig?

    Anyway, good luck with all this. And btw, that's a cool photo of your backyard.

  3. Sean Kelly
    Posted August 7, 2009 at 3:53 pm | Permalink

    The Army accepts recruits up to age 42.

    Be all that you can be, get an edge on life, in the Aaaarrrmmy!

  4. Anonymous
    Posted August 13, 2009 at 4:49 pm | Permalink

    Good Luck to You! Could be great adventure.
    Love, Al