Partying with the dead
Mar. 8th, 2005 02:26 pmWell, no. But I *will* be partying with funeral directors this evening.
Lucky me, my bosses have required that I go to the Central VA Funeral Directors' monthly meeting tonight. An hour of socializing followed by dinner. I'm seriously thinking about skipping dinner. The venue is maybe a mile or two from my house, so I could just go home. But I'm so damn responsible when it comes to work that I doubt I will.
As much as I've enjoyed talking to many Central VA funeral directors on the phone, I truly don't feel a need to meet them. But I was not given a choice. And given that by this summer, this job will change so that I'm actually out of the office and meeting people, this is kinda like a warmup to that.
Let me say it again: In no way to I care to return to a regular reporting job that requires leaving the office (paying for more gas than I use now, putting more miles on my car) and running around like a chicken with my head cut off.
I am *SO* looking forward to next Tuesday, when I meet with the career counselor. I saw my therapist this morning, and we agreed that I'd come back to see her once I finished the career counseling process. I'm really hoping that a month or two from now will find me setting goals and moving toward really leaving this place -- whether it's for another newspaper or an entirely new career. I really don't want to be here anymore.
Lucky me, my bosses have required that I go to the Central VA Funeral Directors' monthly meeting tonight. An hour of socializing followed by dinner. I'm seriously thinking about skipping dinner. The venue is maybe a mile or two from my house, so I could just go home. But I'm so damn responsible when it comes to work that I doubt I will.
As much as I've enjoyed talking to many Central VA funeral directors on the phone, I truly don't feel a need to meet them. But I was not given a choice. And given that by this summer, this job will change so that I'm actually out of the office and meeting people, this is kinda like a warmup to that.
Let me say it again: In no way to I care to return to a regular reporting job that requires leaving the office (paying for more gas than I use now, putting more miles on my car) and running around like a chicken with my head cut off.
I am *SO* looking forward to next Tuesday, when I meet with the career counselor. I saw my therapist this morning, and we agreed that I'd come back to see her once I finished the career counseling process. I'm really hoping that a month or two from now will find me setting goals and moving toward really leaving this place -- whether it's for another newspaper or an entirely new career. I really don't want to be here anymore.