Hear, Hear!
I've decided to postpone the hearing aids. It's not strictly a money issue. It's more an issue of where I buy them. The audiologist I went to is close to work. I may not be at Big Finance much longer and would then have to drive a very long way to get the aids adjusted or whatever. I'm going to find a place close to home. Because I live in the Bad Medical Care Vortex of Jersey, this may take a while.
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Come to Jesus
I called my recruiter at the contracting company that placed me at Big Finance. I told her I don't expect my contract to be renewed after the end of March. "It's a little too much employee versus contractor," I said, not naming names.
"This isn't the first time I've heard that about Big Finance," she said.
Oh, really? Thanks for cluing me in, sunshine.
She asked me to send her my latest resume. I did. She asked me if I'm willing to go to Jersey City. I am. Or New York. Not so much.
Half an hour later, she asked me if I'd like to take a gig at...Mighty Citadel! Yet again. All of maybe eight very trafficky miles from home. Yes. And yes again.
We'll see what happens. Meanwhile, I continue the quest on my own.
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Weird Start to the Weekend
I was supposed to meet up with the Queen Bee around 8:30 this morning. At 9 o'clock, she hadn't shown and I remembered we had left it up in the air when last we met. So I phoned her and she said she'd been crazy lately (I so relate) and yes, she was on her way.
Now that I'm home, it's lunch time and I feel like I've lost any momentum that I had for the day. I'm being torn in a couple of different directions and I don't like that.
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A Study on Feline Cinematic Preferences
Last night, I finished watching "Order of the Phoenix." Dylan had been cuddled up next to me on the couch. At one point, I noticed that he was engrossed in the movie. (Things moving around! Interesting!)
That finished and I put on "300" (yes, again). Dylan decamped. The theme music started and Taylor hopped up next to me, sitting where Dylan had sat, engrossed in the movie. (Gerard Butler's abs! And pecs! Although I don't think Taylor was interested for the same reason I was.) When I got up to turn off the TV, she gave me a look and scampered off to bed. Dylan was already there. I got into bed and he gave my face a going-over. Microdermabrasion!
2 comments:
Good thought on the hearing aids.
I like the "Call the contracting company" method of leaving a job better than the "I started writing a novel about American Civil War spies in Leamington Spa while at work today" method.
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