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May. 3rd, 2005 07:45 pmI've started my new job in Libertyville. Thank you to all those who wished my luck and success while I was interviewing and angsting.
I actually really like my new job. It's true that no job is perfect and this is no exception, but I'm finally getting to do hands-on work with computers in a support center that looks like geekland at my house, only the piles of hardware lying around are many times bigger and more diverse. It's a fairly small operation (as far as on-site staff goes, my incorporation into the team doubled it's size, though there are people at the Chicago location too) so my experience gained here should be wide and valuable. I'm getting paid half again what I made at Ford and I don't have to sit at a desk and talk on the phone for eight non-stop hours a day. Even better, because it's a health care technology company (I think I should really take the most self-protective path here and not mention their name in a public forum, just in case...), I have what looks like really good insurance coverage for both myself and my mate. I am simply relieved beyond words that I'm going to be able to take care of her this well. My biggest worry right now is that they're going to decide that I'm not really worth everything they're giving me. Andrea tells me that's silly, but this is easily the best job I've ever had and I'm paranoid about somehow screwing it up. (I'll write about my first few days of work tomorrow if I get the chance.)
I've been intending to write about the move. Things have just been really crazy around here. We finally have most of the vital things pulled out of whatever boxes they've been stuffed into. We have heaps of cardboard containers in every room of the house, but we can slowly dig our way through those. The only missing object that has me really stressing is my wedding ring. I think it's in a pair of pants I was wearing a few days ago, along with my belt, but the pants have completely dissappeared. I bought a new belt today so that's not a big issue, but the missing ring is freaking me out. I think it's going to turn up together with the pants and belt and the other ring I was wearing (they're both gone which means to me that I took them off together and put them somewhere; a good sign) so I'm not panicing yet, but I sincerely hope they turn up soon. I feel naked without it.
The move? What can I say about it? I remember days and nights spent hauling stuff out of our second floor apartment, making trip after trip up and down the stairs until two or three o' clock in the morning because we knew we had to get our vehicles full so we didn't waste any space. I remember hauling and standing and kneeling and bending over and packing and lifting and setting down until the pains in my back told me that if I didn't take a break right then then I wouldn't be able to do any work later; then I stressed about taking a break from it. I remember driving back and forth to Wisconsin and Michigan so many times that it hardly seemed like a long trip anymore. Except, that is, for the trip where we were both so dead on our feet that we stopped at three different rest areas along the way home to shut our eyes for an hour or so and try to nap over the roar of idling semi engines. And the trip where, too groggy to continue on, I slept in the bed of my truck near Battle Creek while Andrea, having driven home without me, stressed herself nearly sick over her mate sleeping alone and unprotected at a truck stop for four hours until I was ready to continue. As Andrea has stated, I hate moving. I'm just glad it's finally done with.
I want to thank my family and friends who helped us unload our stuff on multiple occasions and with little notice. So many times I watched the mounds of stuff that had taken Andrea and I four or five hours to laboriously drag out of our apartment, slide down the stairs, and manhandle into a moving truck fly back out of it in just half an hour and I nearly cried with relief. I think that I literally could not have done it without all of you: thank you so much.
Andrea and I, having just had our first dinner in months spend sitting together at our dining room table, are now going to go find a movie to watch while we sit on the futon and cuddle. Those of you who've responded to my last entry, thank you. I promise I'll respond to your comments tomorrow. Tonight I'm going to spend a much needed relaxing evening with my wife.
Peace and love to you all.
I actually really like my new job. It's true that no job is perfect and this is no exception, but I'm finally getting to do hands-on work with computers in a support center that looks like geekland at my house, only the piles of hardware lying around are many times bigger and more diverse. It's a fairly small operation (as far as on-site staff goes, my incorporation into the team doubled it's size, though there are people at the Chicago location too) so my experience gained here should be wide and valuable. I'm getting paid half again what I made at Ford and I don't have to sit at a desk and talk on the phone for eight non-stop hours a day. Even better, because it's a health care technology company (I think I should really take the most self-protective path here and not mention their name in a public forum, just in case...), I have what looks like really good insurance coverage for both myself and my mate. I am simply relieved beyond words that I'm going to be able to take care of her this well. My biggest worry right now is that they're going to decide that I'm not really worth everything they're giving me. Andrea tells me that's silly, but this is easily the best job I've ever had and I'm paranoid about somehow screwing it up. (I'll write about my first few days of work tomorrow if I get the chance.)
I've been intending to write about the move. Things have just been really crazy around here. We finally have most of the vital things pulled out of whatever boxes they've been stuffed into. We have heaps of cardboard containers in every room of the house, but we can slowly dig our way through those. The only missing object that has me really stressing is my wedding ring. I think it's in a pair of pants I was wearing a few days ago, along with my belt, but the pants have completely dissappeared. I bought a new belt today so that's not a big issue, but the missing ring is freaking me out. I think it's going to turn up together with the pants and belt and the other ring I was wearing (they're both gone which means to me that I took them off together and put them somewhere; a good sign) so I'm not panicing yet, but I sincerely hope they turn up soon. I feel naked without it.
The move? What can I say about it? I remember days and nights spent hauling stuff out of our second floor apartment, making trip after trip up and down the stairs until two or three o' clock in the morning because we knew we had to get our vehicles full so we didn't waste any space. I remember hauling and standing and kneeling and bending over and packing and lifting and setting down until the pains in my back told me that if I didn't take a break right then then I wouldn't be able to do any work later; then I stressed about taking a break from it. I remember driving back and forth to Wisconsin and Michigan so many times that it hardly seemed like a long trip anymore. Except, that is, for the trip where we were both so dead on our feet that we stopped at three different rest areas along the way home to shut our eyes for an hour or so and try to nap over the roar of idling semi engines. And the trip where, too groggy to continue on, I slept in the bed of my truck near Battle Creek while Andrea, having driven home without me, stressed herself nearly sick over her mate sleeping alone and unprotected at a truck stop for four hours until I was ready to continue. As Andrea has stated, I hate moving. I'm just glad it's finally done with.
I want to thank my family and friends who helped us unload our stuff on multiple occasions and with little notice. So many times I watched the mounds of stuff that had taken Andrea and I four or five hours to laboriously drag out of our apartment, slide down the stairs, and manhandle into a moving truck fly back out of it in just half an hour and I nearly cried with relief. I think that I literally could not have done it without all of you: thank you so much.
Andrea and I, having just had our first dinner in months spend sitting together at our dining room table, are now going to go find a movie to watch while we sit on the futon and cuddle. Those of you who've responded to my last entry, thank you. I promise I'll respond to your comments tomorrow. Tonight I'm going to spend a much needed relaxing evening with my wife.
Peace and love to you all.
