Be vewwy vewwwy quiet.…

… I’m hunt­ing jobs.

Which are of course, more elu­sive than was­cawwy wabbits.

I fig­ure if I can’t bring myself to do the kind of work I have on my plate, that I’d bet­ter take some action to get some oth­er kind of work. This brings up a lot of fear of rejec­tion and all that of course. What if I find a com­pa­ny I’d real­ly like to work for and THEY don’t like ME? A load of horsepucky of course, but those feel­ings keep com­ing up.

I have a friend at a large com­put­er com­pa­ny here in North­ern Cal­i­for­nia who says that I would be great at his com­pa­ny, and I sent him email to pur­sue that as an option. It would mean a heck of a com­mute, but I’m will­ing to give it a try. It’s nice to pur­sue a lead where I have an «in.» Not to say that I even think there’s a chance I could work there, but it’s nice to have a lit­tle bit of an advantage.

I also signed up with a place­ment agency, and we’ll see what they think of my work. I’m cer­tain­ly not as good at rep­re­sent­ing myself as I’d like to be. Ide­al­ly, that would be the job of the agency, right? But first I have to con­vince the agency.

Last, I sent my resume to a print­ing com­pa­ny in North­east­ern Ver­mont. Now that would be total­ly weird, mov­ing back East, but I want to explore this option. It’s a very well-regard­ed print­er. They do high-end work where my atten­tion to detail would be appre­ci­at­ed. There are a lot of advan­tages to liv­ing in Ver­mont. It’s real­ly where I see myself liv­ing «when I grow up» when­ev­er that is. I kind of thought I’d find myself a wifey and set­tle down first, and THEN move back to the country.

Oh well. I have to just keep my eyes and my mind open, and make deci­sions when they come to me instead of freak­ing out about them now. That is, as always, eas­i­er said than done.

Grrrr.…