Hi hey things are busy, but I’m still here for y’all because I care.
It’s been kind of okay getting back to work after my weekend away. People were wearing sandals in the office. SANDALS. I saw no Crocs, but it’s certainly given me pause about the dress code. Maybe I could get away with sleeveless vestments. Though maybe not a vest. That’s a little too Chippendales for a non-male stripper job. Then again, they wear bow ties. That’s kinda smart casual.
The thing about travelling is it frees up a lot of head space. It’s exciting, but also sometimes you just want to knuckle down and get things done. It can be nice to have that head space filled by office cubical bullshit and meetings. Don’t hold me to that, I’m feeling charitable. It was busy though. We’re working in advance for the long weekend, so there’s a bunch of extra work. I had less downtime to untether my brain, and have to pull it back down to Earth. I had a meeting that took an age in the morning, then I had an afternoon job interview.
By this point, I’ve stopped being intimidated by interviews. I go in assuming that things won’t work out, so I use them as opportunities to learn. Since they’ve primarily been within the company, interviews have given me one on one time with individuals in different departments. I get to discover what people do and how they do it. I make contacts, and imagine a version of myself that gets that job. I can play around with that notion in my head and see how visceral it feels. Then if things really connect, it gives me ideas of direction and potential futures. Today’s job I went in kind of half-arsed about, but talking with the interviewer, I discovered aspects of the work that would be appealing. I think I made a decent impression, we chatted for just over an hour, and I had a good time. If the floor on the interview was meeting someone nice and having a pleasant conversation, that’s far from a bad outcome.
I’ve also been scrambling to get stuff together for a camping music festival this weekend. A friend told me about it a week or two back and said I should come. On Monday, I decided it could be a blast. Today I bought my ticket. We’ve been trying to sort out transit, and I think my friend/angel-in-human-skin said we can borrow her car. I need to borrow a tent from a different friend, and maybe do some loose meal planning. I’m not used to being this happy to lucky about travel, but I’m seeing how throwing caution to the wind and asking the universe goes. It’s not like this is a leave no trace/radical self reliance type gig, I don’t need to meticulously plan for everything. I have enough basic camping stuff within arm’s reach, and I can figure out snacks and primitive meals with the best of them. Or at least with the third stringers. It may mean canned tuna for every meal, but I’ve been surviving on something like that for nigh on 20 years now. What could go wrong?
If Oregon Trail taught me anything, then dysentery, probably.