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Panic Attack: TEH Drama
Aug. 24th, 2004 05:32 pmSo. Must turn in my keys in exactly one week (and some-odd change of hours).
DU continues to maintain radio silence. HR could tell me jack on the phone, so I know nothing about the internship. I've also heard nothing from any of my other potential employers, which leads me to think extremely depressing things.
Am 90% sure I'll pick up my contractor work with Nokia again, which means staying in DFW for the nonce - either with friends or in one of those monthly furnished places. I'm content with that, although I'd rather be in Memphis... but Job is better than Not-A-Job, and even at the slightly pricey rates of temp apartment + storage facility, my contractor work pays well enough that I don't have to sweat.
I'm bothered a bit by all the help my friends here in Dallas are giving me - I feel like I'm using them, since I've made no secret that I'm trying to go somewhere else. And I'm a little worried that I'm being too picky in my job choices. I *could* get a job at any number of zoos pretty easily, with past experience under my belt; but I don't want that. I want one of these jobs for which I am *not* trained and *not* experienced... and it sucks.
Meanwhile, I'm not sure where all my stuff is going (self-storage in town, but currently I'm trying to figure out exactly what square-footage I'll need) and have yet to arrange for it to be moved. That's probably this weekend, with help from the Dallas Friends.
So, that's my life drama. I don't really have much to bitch about, and OH, WOE, SO MANY CHOICES doesn't sound so terrible, I know. I despise all these half-measures and temporary fixes, though. I want to know where I'm going, and what I'll be doing, and I WANT IT NOW, DAMMIT. In the words of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alliath, "I am a child of the nineties! I demand instant gratification!"
Oh, yeah. And I'm worried that two days after I settle in on a one-month lease in Dallas, I will get a call from an employer, "Congrats! Can you start next week?" And have to pick up and do it all again. Soon or late, that's the best-case scenario...
Huh. Who knew that, even when The Shoe is filled with metaphorical chocolatey goodness, waiting for it to drop is still a bitch?
DU continues to maintain radio silence. HR could tell me jack on the phone, so I know nothing about the internship. I've also heard nothing from any of my other potential employers, which leads me to think extremely depressing things.
Am 90% sure I'll pick up my contractor work with Nokia again, which means staying in DFW for the nonce - either with friends or in one of those monthly furnished places. I'm content with that, although I'd rather be in Memphis... but Job is better than Not-A-Job, and even at the slightly pricey rates of temp apartment + storage facility, my contractor work pays well enough that I don't have to sweat.
I'm bothered a bit by all the help my friends here in Dallas are giving me - I feel like I'm using them, since I've made no secret that I'm trying to go somewhere else. And I'm a little worried that I'm being too picky in my job choices. I *could* get a job at any number of zoos pretty easily, with past experience under my belt; but I don't want that. I want one of these jobs for which I am *not* trained and *not* experienced... and it sucks.
Meanwhile, I'm not sure where all my stuff is going (self-storage in town, but currently I'm trying to figure out exactly what square-footage I'll need) and have yet to arrange for it to be moved. That's probably this weekend, with help from the Dallas Friends.
So, that's my life drama. I don't really have much to bitch about, and OH, WOE, SO MANY CHOICES doesn't sound so terrible, I know. I despise all these half-measures and temporary fixes, though. I want to know where I'm going, and what I'll be doing, and I WANT IT NOW, DAMMIT. In the words of
alliath, "I am a child of the nineties! I demand instant gratification!"Oh, yeah. And I'm worried that two days after I settle in on a one-month lease in Dallas, I will get a call from an employer, "Congrats! Can you start next week?" And have to pick up and do it all again. Soon or late, that's the best-case scenario...
Huh. Who knew that, even when The Shoe is filled with metaphorical chocolatey goodness, waiting for it to drop is still a bitch?
