so somewhere in the recent past, i grew up a little.
it sort of happened suddenly. if that kind of thing can “sort of” happen.
it was decision time. what was i doing in austin? i was running out of money, i had been a college graduate for eight months, and was still as unemployed as ever. was it time to move, to see the world, to teach english? to uproot b and our five (FIVE!) dogs? what country would take all of us? what would b do for an income? and what about (gasp) kids? when was THAT going to happen?
there was talk. the kind of talk that scares me. and her. but we talked about it. and i realized–i like austin. i don’t want to take five dogs all over the world so we can see the world. and it’s actually easier to truck kids all over kindgom come than it is dogs. so this is not necessarily my last chance to travel. there was still a future in which i would have ample time to play–kids or no.
so with a deep breath, i accepted it. i’m staying in austin for a good long while. we ALL are.
what that meant is it was time to get a Job. not “idly send out a couple of resumes a day to whatever i see, and if i don’t feel like it send out four tomorrow.” it meant “figure out why you’ve sent out about 200 resumes and gotten about four responses, and only one interview.”
which i did.
i rewrote my resume. i told b. to watch for anything at her advertising job. and two days later i was working as a copywriter and leaving early to go to a job interview at another marketing company.
and that marketing company hired me.
i start monday. which means i have this week (which is almost over) to get my affairs in order. whatever that means.
so i take the dogs to the vet. i clean up around the house, do some laundry, buy a few new shirts and pants so that i won’t be the guy in the same shirt every day. i should probably mow the lawn, and do those other things i always put off. and i take a deep breath and get ready for the 8:30 to 5:30 workday.
oughta get out to barton springs one more time…
