Today at work, I followed up with someone I exchanged email with on Friday, and suddenly they no longer exist. As of the end of March.
I’m about 80% sure I didn’t make this person up, so it was surprising.
-Me, @shainorton, five days ago.
I’ve been busy. This quite possibly surprises you not at all.
I haven’t yet finished the sweater. I did finish:
- another book (The Book of Etta, Meg Elison’s sequel to The Book of the Unnamed Midwife, making two more books that I have read recently that are actually recent, who hoo!).
- multiple homework assignments and a midterm.
- my gigantic pile of transcripts evaluated for another academic program, which, assuming I can fit everything into the schedule, I should finish in a year and change.
- a large work project (in very little time), and multiple smaller work projects (in less time)
- a work transition, but I’m more than eighty percent certain that work has not yet finished its side of the transition.1
- transferring my cell phone to another phone and another carrier, like I’ve been putting off for over half a year now.
- a blog post. This one. In twenty-five minutes, as planned. YAY!
1This doesn’t bother me; I’ve yet to have a job or even a gig where things didn’t change. There have even been a couple of occasions where they changed on my very first day. I started an engineering internship once, and got swapped into a human resources administrator role before I could put my lunch into the break room fridge. My first analyst job for a government contractor saw me pivoted into corporate business development on Day One — I never set foot on the site of the client I was initially hired for during my entire time with that company.2,3
2I’ve been told there’s a disconnect between reading my resume and talking to me. Can’t count for you how many times people have told me “You’re not what I expected.” I’m never sure how to take that. Are they smiling because they’re delighted or because they’re worried that if they upset me I’m going to manifest some hidden superpowers that involve, oh, wide area disintegration?
3“Why didn’t you say no, Shai? Don’t you care about what you do for a living?” Frankly, no, as long as the money’s good, the scenery changes, and they let me use explosive — er, no, I mean to say if my paychecks clear, I get to solve problems, and it doesn’t require me to make someone else coffee. See, I have a problem making coffee before I’ve had coffee. Sometimes, it’s not even coffee, more hot water tinted brown from whatever residue was left in the coffee maker after I cleaned out the old grounds and failed to replace them with fresh. Or it’s water on top of a thick layer of sludge because I scooped the grounds into the coffee pot instead of the machine. Don’t get me started on what can happen when I have to use a Keurig in the morning…