So at work. Fuck yeah. Yesterday was mostly orientations and the like, which was informative and boring at the same time. Turns out I have a 401k now. I wish i knew exactly what that meant. But bennies are good, and money is better. Anywho my boss has so far stopped by my desk twice today to knock everything off it. People keep doing double-takes when I walk by, or exclaim things like "it was soo lame without you here!". The new title I'm testing is pretty sweet. The sun is shining.
Cam is happy.
So I got the desired email. Okay, only slightly desired as the email itself was not all "RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS AND ALL TEH MONIES EVAR 4 CAM" but instead was all "Fill out this application with all the information that's on the resume we asked for in the first place, and this background check that inexplicable requires more thought on my part than I've spent in the last month or so, and this baffling madlib-non-disclosure agreement. Annnd we should talk to you soon."
Small victories, while half the calories, still have the same great taste, so I decided to celebrate a bit at norwescon. It was good. I wish there was more to say besides next time I won't play driver person unless I mean it, and wool pants are a no-no when one needs to wander the halls looking for parties.
So last Thursday I received a call at around 8:00. It was one of my former co-werkers, a gentleman in a lead position when I left. He asked me if I had heard anything from WB in the last couple of weeks. I said "Nope." He then went on to explain to me that he was pretty sure I'd get a call soon but still had to confirm etc and that he would call me back later when he was actually allowed to tell me things. I get a call on Friday saying, yes, I am going to go back, they just need the folks down in California to approve me now. Sweet. Good news.
On Saturday, I get a text from another co-werker who does improv down in seattle, telling me that he comped me that night. I change some plans, and head down there. No big surprise there was alot of people from work there. The conversation went like this: THEM: "So I hear you're coming back next week?" ME: "I think?" Confusion aside, that is a good sign.
Today is Wednesday, and I still have not received any call, email, txt, chat or tweet informing me when I can start making the monies. I am more than a little irritated right this moment.
I've been floating around this place like a ghost. Never leaving a mark. Cleaning my dishes. But not keeping busy. Someone told me that I'm not handling my time well. I am not. I sleep through it, and let it puddle on the floor. I keep it in odd places, hiding 3 in the morning around breakfast. Stashing morning sometime past 4. Dousing sleep in coffee and whiskey and dinner was left in the closet to rot. I make plans only to forget what day it is, or what they were. Only vague notions of not deja-vu but jammais-fait. Already-seen, but never-done. I find shiny things to take my mind off of things, but they feel like a farce. Like fresh flowers at a funeral. There only to cover up foul humors.
God I'm bored.
Saw Watchmen. Was pretty much like seeing the book on screen, but would be pretty useless to those who hadn't seen it. And like reading the book, I feel terrible and need a stiff drink.
So to explain better, now that I'm slightly over-hung but sporting an fantastic mug of tea, instead of being drunk and sporting a glass of bourbon.
My contract reached the 9 month limit yesterday. They had to by "law" let me go. They want to hire me full time, and had JUST been approved to hire me and a few others, but because of the timing, it might take a couple of weeks to work its way through the tangled up tubes. That however is the Optimist in me. The Pessimist says, that because my contract terminated, they technically cannot touch me for 90-100 days as per Microsoft decreeing it as such and everyone else following suit. So, I get sit on my thumbs, waiting for my boss to get back to me on how long my "Vacation" is.
That being said, one way or another, I do get to go back to WBG. Because they were seriously the awesome. Right now I'm talking quietly to Volt to see what my options are, but not being too serious about it.
So I got kinda-sorta-laid off today. I'll try to explain more later when there's less whiskey fumes floating around my head meats. That being said I still felt financially secure enough to donate to KEXP too, which tells one how laid off I feel. Ask me again in a week and I will more than likely have a different story.
So it turns out that my last day is on the 4th.
This is pretty standard, actually no this is fantastic for contract work -giving me that much heads up. Whats fucking fantastic is that my boss and his boss ahead of him are pushing HR to hire me. So it comes down to now whenever HR decides to let me in the headcount which could be anytime now. And then it would be about 2 weeks to APPROVE my shit anyway. Grr. To say the least.
Here's to hopin'.
So last night in the course of driving home I got pulled over.
Speeding ticket, yeah I was speeding. Oh wait, I haven't received my insurance info, 'cause I just bought it last week. Okay I was going closer to 20 miles over, but you're only writing me a ticket for 10 miles? Thanks! I'll be on my way.
A slightly miserable night at home, decided on a whimsical whim to head to meet the Lady friend at the Noc Noc for the burlesque show. In Seattle, I realize I'm in the wrong lane for a parking lot. Single, check mirrors, glance, no car, turn, SHIT. Cop in my blind spot, almost careened into lamp-post. Pulled over again in less than 4 hours. Wait for cop-back-up to appear. 5 minutes. They talk in the first cops car for 15. Yessir, I'm really sorry- just could not see you. No I don't have my proof of insurance card yet. Yeah of course you're writing me up for that and what was that? Oh "Making you find Jesus." Hehe. To be honest this is my second ticket tonight. Alright sir, have a good night. Glance at ticket? $680. First one was for $120? or was it $140? So over $800 in less than four hours.
This week can choke to death on all the dicks ever.