{"id":941,"date":"2007-07-26T19:40:05","date_gmt":"2007-07-27T02:40:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nachzen.net\/?p=941"},"modified":"2007-07-26T19:44:39","modified_gmt":"2007-07-27T02:44:39","slug":"work-is-odd","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nachzen.net\/?p=941","title":{"rendered":"Work is odd."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We have a week left.  Then we&#8217;re unemployed.  Some of us are more screwed than others.  I think I&#8217;m in the &#8220;more screwed&#8221; category.<\/p>\n<p>I haven&#8217;t done anything substantial to locate another job.  I&#8217;m gonna tell you right away I can&#8217;t wait another day, Amanda.<\/p>\n<p>Most of the folks I work with are not the same folks I worked with a year ago.  There are probably only 6 people or so who have been there longer than I.  I don&#8217;t really seem to get along with most people remaining.<\/p>\n<p>There are no good options.  Like a guiding light to help me through my darkest hour, lately I&#8217;m a prayin&#8217; you&#8217;ll always be a standin&#8217; beside me.<\/p>\n<p>Nathan just asked me if I plan to study most of August.  I answered, &#8220;Or maybe drink.&#8221;  I really don&#8217;t have any good ideas.  Job-hunting in August, for sure.  The problem is that any job I take is going to make substantially less than Joanna makes now, and Joanna has no ability to get a good job anywhere else in the world.  I don&#8217;t want her to work in a factory again.<\/p>\n<p>In some ways, I feel like I don&#8217;t belong in the sky.  Why should I get to sit above everyone else stuck in traffic?  Why should I get to avoid the drudgery of pushing paper or the sweat of real labor?  Sometimes I think maybe I should get a job turning wrenches or pouring coffee for awhile to put a little perspective on things.  Then I remember that I decided to fly planes to avoid pouring coffee.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve started thinking that perhaps I don&#8217;t even want the job that I&#8217;ve said I want.  Maybe I&#8217;m not meant to have it.  And from what you said, I know you&#8217;ve gotten over me, it&#8217;ll never be the way it used to be.  But if it&#8217;s gotta be this way, then don&#8217;t worry babe, I can take the news okay.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m both excited and mortified about the fact that I have no idea what life will be like week after next.  I worry that Joanna will become annoyed with me.  In some way, I should be happy that I&#8217;m being kicked in the ass and need to do something different, because I might stay here a very long time.  But this is the first time I&#8217;ve felt any substantial geographic inertia.  I don&#8217;t want to move.  I like it here.  Sure, I might like it better somewhere else, but for once, I like it *here*.  That&#8217;s never happened before.  I&#8217;ve hated everywhere else.  There&#8217;s a lot keeping me here, so it&#8217;s tempting to say, &#8220;Okay, then look for jobs here.&#8221;  But, there aren&#8217;t really any.  There are some crappy instructor jobs up in Denver, and I may apply for them.  But instructing for half the money and driving in Denver traffic every day does not a happy Berck make.  There&#8217;s something dark about destiny, there&#8217;s something blue about you and me.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s instructor jobs in Tulsa.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We have a week left. Then we&#8217;re unemployed. Some of us are more screwed than others. I think I&#8217;m in the &#8220;more screwed&#8221; category. I haven&#8217;t done anything substantial to locate another job. I&#8217;m gonna tell you right away I can&#8217;t wait another day, Amanda. 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