Well, here I go again.
The cataloguing job came to an abrupt end on Friday morning when I was called into my manager's office and told that as of that moment I was no longer needed.
If I wanted to, I could work up a good head of anger at how they handled proceedings right from the interview stage, but frankly, I mostly feel relief to not be there any longer. I am grateful for what I learned - including important questions to ask during the interview - particularly new cataloguing conventions. I won't miss the highway in the morning, or the continual pep talk I had to give myself (only six hours to go, you can do it!). It wasn't a good fit, they and I, so hoorah for early dismissal! I tell you though, temp workers and casual staff really do get the short end of the stick. Though policies dealing with their employment may be legal, they aren't terribly ethical or humane. Shame on us for treating people like that!
Anyway. I've been brimming with ideas and enthusiasm and determination for how I'm going to fill my time until the next job comes along. It's taken me this many days to get my head on straight, though, and for the giddiness to subside. I'm excited to see what comes along the pike next, and have just this moment sent out the first resume. Wait and see.
Looming large on the immediate horizon is The Arrival of Mom. I love having my mom come to visit as we always have a delightful time. What makes her arrival 'loom' is what I put myself through in advance: what to cook? (gak!) must clean! what activities to arrange? Also - and this will probably help you to realize I am indeed a nutter - I prepare a mental list of things to talk about. I'm a quiet sort of person. It's not natural for me to vocalize my thoughts. I know my dad was the same way because when we were together, I just knew he'd been saving up some news or funny thoughts or observations... and then we'd be silent. I had a definite sense he thought to himself, "ok, conversation... check." and be completely fine there was nothing else to say. On the phone he would actually say it outloud, "Well, that's all for me." and we'd hang up. My mom and sister are chatters, however. I find it hard to keep up, so I have to be prepared before I see them, both in stamina and material. Mom isn't just popping in for tea, though; she'll be here for days. That's a lot of chatting.
I hope you're well, dear reader.