So I try not to mention work too often, since I know many of us have more work stress than we need.  But I am blissfully between jobs at the moment, so I’ll give you a peek into the recent string of events.

Last several years: I worked at what should be a great job, but wasn’t, because I had a very unpleasant coworker and management repeatedly chose not to do much to help.  I had an Albatross hanging around my neck, you could say.  I do say it, in fact, rather frequently.   I warned my managers about a month ago that if something didn’t change I would quit.  Apparently they didn’t take me all that seriously.

Last two weeks:  I started job-hunting in earnest.

Last Thursday: I met with the VP of a federal contracting company and their client, a honcho at the Department of Education.  The VP called me right after I got home and made a very generous job offer.  To work for the Department of Education.  Instead of the War Machine DoD. 

Last Friday:  I started telling friends at work that I’d be leaving.  Then I got to see William Whitmore and the Pogues at the 9:30 club with my fine fellah.  Best.  Day.  Ever.

Saturday:  Breakfast, a wonderful walk in the woods with our dog Kayo, a visit to some possible future feline members of our household, and then dinner and drinks with friends.  Some chanting along the lines of "I’m gonna quit my jah-aaahb" broke out sporadically.

Sunday:  I took Scott to meet some cats we are considering fostering, and then went to celebrate our friend Morgan’s fantastic new job with a bunch of the gang.  It was ridiculously warm.  There were dogs and kids and delicious burgers.  Ahhhhhhh.

Monday: I submitted my resignation and expressed a desire to use up all of my vacation time between Monday and the Friday two weeks hence.  I bounced up and down a fair amount, left work early to interview with a communications company, and then decided against pursuing that opportunity because the interview had been moved so many times and the people attempting to hire me were perpetually late.  And then I got all giddy over the idea that I could just refuse job offers because it drives me nuts when people are late.  An embarrassment of riches, I tell you what.

Tuesday:   I started training my friend John to do my job, and left work early to visit the lovely yarn shop Uniquities and newly relocated Scarlet Thread.  I bought gorgeous bone and horn embroidery tools I maybe possibly don’t need.  We had dinner with Sean, Bodwin, and Lisa.  There was some minor fleece-aquisition plotting. 

Wednesday:  Another half-day at the office, some errands, and then I went to Wolf Trap to run the merchandise table with Dana for the Tinsmith/Niamh Parsons show, and hang out with Mary and plot new projects for Tuatha.  It was a wonderful thing to see Tinsmith playing Wolf Trap.  Wonderful.  And it was even better to talk to so many people who had specifically come to see Tinsmith.  Tinsmith sounded great.  Niamh sounded great.  We sold a fair number of CDs and heard from a lot of people who are looking forward to this year’s Potomac Celtic Festival.  And some of my favorite folks came out to the show, so we got to drink some lovely beer and crack some ridiculous jokes, and wallow in the bag of un-polished amber Mary brought.  Mmmmmm.

So I don’t have to go to my old job again until next Friday, when I’ll pack up my office and have an exit interview, and then go out to lunch with the folks I’m leaving behind.   I’m going to wallow in all of this vacation time.  And I’ll even take some pictures of the non-job stuff I’ve been working on.  I do still make stuff–I promise. 

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