Update #1
For those of you who didn't know, I have been unemployed for a little over a week. I was contacted pretty quickly by a technical recruiter and started a new job just today. The job, however, is up in Greenwood, Indiana. That's about a 2-hour drive (one-way) from home! It's a short term contract of three months but it's going to pay my bills, so I'll not complain. I may board a few nights a week with my uncle who lives in Greenwood. The best news is that it came about very quickly; I can hope for something better and closer to home at the end of the contract.
I mention this for two reasons:
(1) It may impact my blogging time or my sleep time, not sure which yet. I'd bet that it will be a little of both on various occasions. I love blogging so I'll try not to let it slip.
(2) This is one of the first times that I've ever "let go and let God" on the career front. It's hard for me because I've always felt in charge of my own destiny. Well, let me tell you that letting go and letting God really does work! Last time I was unemployed -- it's happened four times in four and a half years, believe it or not -- I worried myself sick and it took three months each time to find new employment. This time, I did let go and gave it to someone with a lot more influence in this world than I and BINGO!
At any rate, there are entries to come but I wanted to give everyone a head's up that there are bound to be minor lapses on my writing both here and in my contributions to the Cardinal Coalition blog. I'll try to make them rare though.
Thanks to all my friends who shared my resume with their friends and employers. I do so appreciate the support I've received from everyone. I will still be needing a full-time job after this three-month contract so don't scrap my resume yet, okay? ;-)
For those of you who didn't know, I have been unemployed for a little over a week. I was contacted pretty quickly by a technical recruiter and started a new job just today. The job, however, is up in Greenwood, Indiana. That's about a 2-hour drive (one-way) from home! It's a short term contract of three months but it's going to pay my bills, so I'll not complain. I may board a few nights a week with my uncle who lives in Greenwood. The best news is that it came about very quickly; I can hope for something better and closer to home at the end of the contract.
I mention this for two reasons:
(1) It may impact my blogging time or my sleep time, not sure which yet. I'd bet that it will be a little of both on various occasions. I love blogging so I'll try not to let it slip.
(2) This is one of the first times that I've ever "let go and let God" on the career front. It's hard for me because I've always felt in charge of my own destiny. Well, let me tell you that letting go and letting God really does work! Last time I was unemployed -- it's happened four times in four and a half years, believe it or not -- I worried myself sick and it took three months each time to find new employment. This time, I did let go and gave it to someone with a lot more influence in this world than I and BINGO!
At any rate, there are entries to come but I wanted to give everyone a head's up that there are bound to be minor lapses on my writing both here and in my contributions to the Cardinal Coalition blog. I'll try to make them rare though.
Thanks to all my friends who shared my resume with their friends and employers. I do so appreciate the support I've received from everyone. I will still be needing a full-time job after this three-month contract so don't scrap my resume yet, okay? ;-)
Update #2
I am headed to the land of my fairly recent forefathers this Memorial Day weekend. My father's family is originally from the hills of Virginia (Rose Hill, to be exact). Every year there is a family reunion and I try to go with my folks to see everyone. There's the yearly smorgasboard of fried chicken, homemade cobblers, and such laid out on picnic tables under tents on my Aunt Glad's old farm (may she rest in peace). There's the yearly Campbell family cemetary business meeting (lots of maintenance and funding to be discussed). And, of course, there's the yearly opportunity to reconnect with childhood visits there spent wading in streams and catching tadpoles or annoying the crawdads, climbing hills and sliding down the hills on pieces of cardboard, talking about old times with older relatives, and walking through the old family cemetary at twilight just to get goosebumps.
This year, we're taking my 4-year-old niece along. This will probably be the first time she's ever truly been in "hill country" -- chances are good that some translation will be necessary! I am looking forward to sharing simple pleasures with my niece. I don't think she's ever waded in a stream and turned over rocks to see what's under them. I'll bet she's never learned to make that weird noise by blowing through two blades of grass either. Chances are even slimmer that she's ever caught a June Bug and tied a thread to its leg to make a helicopter. She's truly a modern kid who is kept very busy being shuttled from daycare to dance lessons to play dates. She has real toys; no grass noisemakers or bug-helicopters yet... I wonder what she will make of all of this?
I will have no computer access over the long weekend so I won't be writing. You can bet there will be pictures and an essay coming up after I get back from this trip though!
I am headed to the land of my fairly recent forefathers this Memorial Day weekend. My father's family is originally from the hills of Virginia (Rose Hill, to be exact). Every year there is a family reunion and I try to go with my folks to see everyone. There's the yearly smorgasboard of fried chicken, homemade cobblers, and such laid out on picnic tables under tents on my Aunt Glad's old farm (may she rest in peace). There's the yearly Campbell family cemetary business meeting (lots of maintenance and funding to be discussed). And, of course, there's the yearly opportunity to reconnect with childhood visits there spent wading in streams and catching tadpoles or annoying the crawdads, climbing hills and sliding down the hills on pieces of cardboard, talking about old times with older relatives, and walking through the old family cemetary at twilight just to get goosebumps.
This year, we're taking my 4-year-old niece along. This will probably be the first time she's ever truly been in "hill country" -- chances are good that some translation will be necessary! I am looking forward to sharing simple pleasures with my niece. I don't think she's ever waded in a stream and turned over rocks to see what's under them. I'll bet she's never learned to make that weird noise by blowing through two blades of grass either. Chances are even slimmer that she's ever caught a June Bug and tied a thread to its leg to make a helicopter. She's truly a modern kid who is kept very busy being shuttled from daycare to dance lessons to play dates. She has real toys; no grass noisemakers or bug-helicopters yet... I wonder what she will make of all of this?
I will have no computer access over the long weekend so I won't be writing. You can bet there will be pictures and an essay coming up after I get back from this trip though!
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