Itchy Feet

My old boss, MB, at Fezziwig Co. has been laid off from the post-Fezziwig Co job she had. I told her Unnamed Co. had a job opening, doing what she does. She sent in her resume. Everything looked great.

Until MB learned the salary at Unnamed Co was half of what she was making. I'm guessing the Unnamed Co job was about $50K. I do the math. I am jealous. (I'm jealous of everything lately. More on that later, maybe.)

MB sent me a link to a job opening at a state agency she's looking at. "This job would be perfect for you!" she e-squealed. I read it and was a little insulted. It was basically writing thank-you letters to large corporate donors to certain state agencies, and paid $20K less than what I'm making now. Maybe I had insulted her - I warned her that Unnamed Co. pays very poorly.

Then she mentioned that Trillian, a pretty, smart young thing who had also abandoned Fezziwig Co., was doing very well at Professional Organization. I checked the job openings there and felt my jaw hit the floor. Okay, so it's time to update the resume.

I have itchy feet.

Ever since I had my review with Fireman Fred and learned that my grade for the year was the equivalent of a C-, that my raise (2.6%) is barely a cost of living raise, that they have absolutely no intention of trying to rein in Yentl, my feet have been itching like mad.

Now, now, I tell myself. Let's not be hasty.

Still, I have been looking at a couple of job hunting sites and find the pickings better on an individual company's or organization's own site.

At the very least, I'm going to update my resume.

At the most, I will employ a newly-learned French phrase:

Il faut se battre le fer quand il est chaud.

Translated loosely - Strike while the iron is hot.

Just doing something will ease the itch in my feet, I hope.