Jobs I Don't Want (part 9,000,000)

Every now and again I hear of jobs I don't want and mentally file them away.

Today I saw (via FB) a job that I don't want. "Practice break-thru-the-ice-to-be-rescued-person." My friend Jay (blogauthor of Plays With Sirens) did that exact job today and posted some pictures on FB of his adventures.

I saw the pictures and nearly developed hypothermia just from looking at them. Other jobs I don't want, in no particular order:

• gasteroentrologist
• podiatrist
• proctologist
• sanitation engineer
• civil engineer for wastewater systems
• waitress
• customer service representative

just to name a few. The list is long.

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27 degrees this morning. You could have hung a wool coat on my nipples today. (TMI, I know, but SERIOUSLY) I went home and got a sweater at lunch -- although I was told the office was heated today, I was born at night but not last night. It is only since about 2 that it has felt like any heat is on whatsoever. Yes, dear northern friends, there are furnaces here. Used infrequently, but there are furnaces.

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Getting excited for my quick getaway to Key West this weekend :) I leave on Friday morning, return Saturday night. :)

Now what?

Do you ever get truly restless with your life? So much so that you look around your house, assess the ten things you cannot live without and think about selling/giving away the rest, moving somewhere completely different and trying out a new life?

I get that way at times.

I'm not sure why I'm such a restless soul. I find myself dreaming of new cities, new jobs, new challenges. I've always loved living in Indy but in so many ways I feel tied here, by some invisible rope that keeps me within a 30 mile radius of the city's center.

Some of my restlessness, I know, comes from the fact my Hex won't let go. You'd think after 3 years of the-ink-is-dry-get-the-fuck-over-it divorce, he'd wish me well and let go. As I have of him. But no, the emails continue, the contact attempts continue. I've said this more than once, I'll say it a million more times, if he had put this kind of effort into our marriage we may well have just celebrated our 6th anniversary and not 3 years of divorce. Ridiculous.

I don't know if you do this, but each city I visit (meaning cities where I stay a few days, immerse myself into the local culture and really visit) I think about whether I'd live there or not. Then there is the ultimate 'feeling' of whether I feel at home here or not. The only thing I can liken it to is the feeling one gets, upon buying a house, that it is 'home' while the other houses you've looked at were just, at best, 'meh.'

Stockholm was home to me. I could see myself living there in a minute.
Washington, DC was home to me. I could imagine a life there.
Chicago has always been home to me.
and so on, and so forth.

My trip to Schaumburg this weekend has been theraputic already. Cousin Krin, with her cut-to-the-chase way of speaking says, "You just got your sister to move to Indy and now you want to go somewhere else?"

Ummm. Yes?

I don't know. Here's the things I do know, in no particular order.

1. I like what I do. I love the creative aspect of it, the research of it and the thrill of victory when a grant gets funded.

2. Although I'm a pale, pale human, I really like sunshine a great deal. This weather lately has brought me down.

3. I still have 7 months on two contracts I have out for consulting work. I do not intend to sign any more consulting contracts past their expiration.

4. I will 'vest' at my job in January, bringing me 15% of my salary into a retirement account. A retirement account which has, sadly, made me cringe of late. These funds, however, will help make my account a touch more solvent.

5. Sister's wedding is in May. Nothing will happen prior to that. I need to help her as being maid of honor is a hell of a big job and she already has two bridesmaids out of town.

6. This is not the time to sell a house.

7. I have some serious purging to do if I ever intend on moving. How does one collect so much 'stuff' anyway?

8. My family lives here and in Florida.


Stay tuned, my life could get downright interesting by this time next year.

Crazy week.

It has been a crazy week. Not like the week I had upon my return from Sweden, but close.

I've been buried under work, so much so that I'm sure I have very few words left.

I need to clean my house before the Department of Health condemns it.

I need to clean my garage before I can't get my car in it.

I need to do all kinds of stuff.

The weekend: AMEN to that.

That 'out of body' experience.

Woke up at 4:30 a.m. today. Lying in bed until 6:00 when the alarm goes off.

Feel out of sorts today ... I'm sure it is because my body is consistently thinking it is +6 hours ahead. As a result I feel a little lightheaded and downright weird.

Work is, well, work.

See you all soon.

Peeing razor blades.

So I have a bladder infection again, second time in two months. 'tis misery, really. I spent countless minutes in the restroom at work today before I decided: 1) my bathroom at home is 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 times cleaner and 2) I needed to see my doctor, STAT. So I saw the Dr., got the script and am now at home, in jammies, blogging.

Not much happening around here.

I think one of my neighbors has been matched to me in the past on match.com. That is a little bit more than strange. He is better looking in person. Has a nice dog too, Gracie.

I filled the birdfeeders. Watered the garden.

Finished some paperwork due for some grants I have going on. Have a little more to do.

Need to pack for Chicago, leaving tomorrow mid-day for a one day conference on Friday. That ends at 5 p.m. At O'Hare. Color me pleased ... or not.

I may go to IKEA tomorrow night. This pleases me.

Dinner with Sister tonight at Bravo. Yum. Watched the ducks and geese, very peaceful.

Mom and Cousin Kay in town over the weekend. Staying with Sister instead of me. (yeah!!!)

OH, there was something from yesterday I did not report.

Dear God.

One of my coworkers (not named in this blog, nor will he be) and I generally exchange pleasantries. I know him to be a big ol' perv, so I avoid him except for the occasional hello and whatnot. Yesterday, as I walked in, I saw him ahead of me in the hall. I said hello, he said hello, then he started to unbutton his shirt RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Literally, I got a full frontal of his exceedingly hairy chest. Then he playacted like I wasn't there when I called him on it. Then he made some lame excuse that he had to change into other clothes for work. IN THE HALLWAY>>>> ???? Do You Not Have An Office With A Door???? Sweet Jeebus, why do I always attract the weird fucks?

I may need a stint in therapy after this. I told CCM, A1 and PM about it and they were all suitably aghast. Tom just laughed at me. He said he would have liked to see my face. Well, Tom, my face looked like this: :O I was mortified.

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So PM tells us today that Tom has asked to include the weird fuck from above in our occasional beverage outings. I ixnayed it poste haste, as did A1. As CCM was not in town, she has not voted, but I think she'll be saying 'oh hell no' as well.