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Sep. 12th, 2003 08:57 amYes, the past week has involved some fast thinking on my part. The first part of the week involved me emotionally kissing a relationship goodbye. I had to come to terms with the fact that I mistook deep dysfunction with shyness. In retrospect, it is arguable that I was misled. But that is the way it goes.
I often consider myself someone who is fairly ambitious at work. There was a time when work was more important to me than anything else. Then I decided to slow down a bit, because I wanted to meet more people similar to myself and actually find a meaningful romantic relationship. My career self is needing a change, right now. For a while, my romance prospects were good, so I thought I would deal with my workplace ennui to see if that would work out.
But it didn't. The curse of Anne persists.
So imagine my chagrin to find out, when I am in the emotional stage that experts refer to as the "Awww, Screw it" stage, that a promotion opportunity is open in another office. And in a town I find rather lovely. And from the sounds of it, I have manager support and encouragement to pursue the position.
There are never guarantees, so I may be kvetching about the wrong thing. I could be worrying and they still won't hire me.
But anyway, that will be my task this weekend. Now, I must go to my eye appointment. My pupils will be dialated as part of the exam. Whee!
So when I walk out into the morning sun, I will also be stumbling, sputtering, "Damn the Sun! Damn my eyes! And for the love of all that is good and holy, how does someone go into an eye doctor with sight, and leave without it?"
I often consider myself someone who is fairly ambitious at work. There was a time when work was more important to me than anything else. Then I decided to slow down a bit, because I wanted to meet more people similar to myself and actually find a meaningful romantic relationship. My career self is needing a change, right now. For a while, my romance prospects were good, so I thought I would deal with my workplace ennui to see if that would work out.
But it didn't. The curse of Anne persists.
So imagine my chagrin to find out, when I am in the emotional stage that experts refer to as the "Awww, Screw it" stage, that a promotion opportunity is open in another office. And in a town I find rather lovely. And from the sounds of it, I have manager support and encouragement to pursue the position.
There are never guarantees, so I may be kvetching about the wrong thing. I could be worrying and they still won't hire me.
But anyway, that will be my task this weekend. Now, I must go to my eye appointment. My pupils will be dialated as part of the exam. Whee!
So when I walk out into the morning sun, I will also be stumbling, sputtering, "Damn the Sun! Damn my eyes! And for the love of all that is good and holy, how does someone go into an eye doctor with sight, and leave without it?"
