Only Hee Haw Can Save Me Now

I don't talk much on here about my job, mostly because I really like the work I do and the challenges and responsibility I have. I've gotten more opportunities to impact the business in very visible ways than at any other company I've worked for. There's a worm in the apple, though. Being responsive to whimsical demands is fine, as long as I get my props. All year long. Not just at bonus time. If you are a boss and read this blog; say thank you to the people who work for you. IN PUBLIC. A LOT. Take them to lunch once in a while. Do not give them a corner office with a balcony then say that they can't have that office after all because what if someone more important joins the department.

So, I feel like I've achieved everything they'll let me achieve and I'm thinking that I might want something new. Scary. I've had other opportunities in the past and the biggest thing for me is that I want to work my work around the life changes I'm facing in the next five years; marriage and my first child. That's always in the back of my head when I'm listening to someone talk about a position they think might be coming up.

Recently, I've had some pretty sweet talking from a place that I would definitely consider. Some of the right things have been mentioned so far; working from home, same level of responsibility I have now, products and people I really like. I sent my resume and a description of what I currently do. I was supposed to meet the hiring manager today at a panel discussion I was participating in. He didn't show and my contact acted really squirrely. Really wouldn't talk to me. Now my Inner Conspiracy Brother is whispering in my ear that my experience wasn't strong enough, working retail for two years mid-career is résumé POISON. Is it because I wore a cool, funky outfit instead of a suit? Well, that's what you'd get if I worked for you. If suit wearing is required, look somewhere else. Dresses, yes. Skirts, yes. Boring Corporate Cookie Cutter pants suits. NO. So what if I'm not what they're looking for. I still like the company, and they really should get the person that would be best. I can imagine, too, that they may be afraid that hiring me would queer the relationship with my parent company. Maybe so, maybe not. WHATEVER. Do I need a reality check? I think so. What do you think?

That board from the Hee Haw fence needs to come out and whack me in the butt so I can snap out of it. Here's a picture of Sonny James about to get one in the keister.

People Are Great, Except That They Suck.

Allow me to express my frustration with the fiscally ignorant. Those folks who put the cart before the horse, money-wise. This post stems from the recent failure of a contract on my condo. The buyer in question didn't initial all those cross spaces on the real estate contract, and when we sent it back to her, for final ratification, she crapped out. If you know you only make X and the contract says your mortgage payment will be Y, and you still put down a deposit and THEN get the money whim-whams and vapors, I think you've got a kick in the pants coming to you. That's all I have to say about that. To add insult to injury, my Realtor suggests giving this doofus money; "a little breathing room" if you will. FOOL, if you can't afford my fabulous, perfect for one person and extraordinarily reasonably priced one bedroom condo, home ownership is not in your future. Take up a hobby. Learn to knit. You won't be using your DIY skills any time soon. I am not going to run after you with a hat full of money and beg you to take the place off my hands. GAH!