The universe might have just given me a giant middle finger...
Saturday, February 23, 2013
...and I might be enjoying its joke. Crazy, huh?
Still not counting chickens, mind you, but there be cracks in the shells.
The title refers to my War Nerve post (should have titled it that, but instead went with the "I look at my reflection and I see an enemy"). You know, the one from last Saturday, where my attitude was spitting out the lyrics of the Pantera song by that name, "F*** the world for all it's worth/every inch of planet earth/f*** myself, don't leave me out/don't get involved/don't corner me".
That's last Saturday. This is how this week went:
Monday, the 18th, I submitted resumes to two potential employers. One, I haven't heard anything from. The other, as stated on the resume submission web page, responded within one business day. The e-mailer asked me to let them know when NEXT WEEK I might be available to talk about stuff. I said, any time but Tuesday, referring to the 26th. On the afternoon of the 20th, the very next day, I get another e-mail, saying essentially, tight time lines, can you talk to someone today? I replied yes, and within a half hour, talked to someone from that company. That very night, I get a templated version of my resume back. with the kind of flowery language I'd never have come up with on my own. I add specific details and send it back the next (Thursday) morning. That day, I hear from them a couple of times, get to tweak the resume again (the document awaited in my Thursday blog), and I hear that their client was interested. On Friday, I'm talking to someone at the client site, hearing that they like what they see, and they'll make a decision early next week. Three or four hours later, an e-mail saying congrats.
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy. But my head's spinning a bit. I'm wondering whether or not I should have waited until the middle of next week to post this recap, just in case I wake up and it was all a dream (I suppose I could still change my mind, and you'd never know). But I seem to have a new e-mail address, and a couple of documents that I need to sign and send back to make things all official like.
The work itself is consulting on the software made by the company I used to work for. First time doing something of the sort, so I'm apprehensive and excited all at once. The place I got hired on to, a friend and former (and future!) co-worker is posted there, and he referred me. Now I've got to live up to whatever he said about me, too. No pressure there. Nope, none whatsoever. I might be buying the first 20 rounds or so.
One big concern of mine has to do with the fact that I'll be on the road, living out of a hotel 4-5 days a week. Wondering how that might affect the weight, and suspecting strongly that it won't help. As in ripe for disaster potential. I ain't going back to the 190/200/205+ ranges I've left behind, so I'll have to figure out some way of taking care of myself for as long as this particular adventure continues.