Windmill power!
It's been a great, rather lazy summer and I will remember fondly the 2 days I spent on my backyard hammock with the dogs reading Harry Potter and waking up whenever the hell I felt like it, but all good eras of sloth must eventually come to an end.
I am officially back among the ranks of the gainfully employed. And somehow, someway, I ended up with the the most SWEET ASS job that I almost hate myself a little for it. I was offered the job IN the interview, at my asking price at a company 15 minutes from my house. The benefits are....outrageous. FULLY paid health insurance coverage (like I don't even have CoPays or out of pocket expenses for prescriptions), a Flex plan, a $600 fitness benefit I can put toward jujitsu and judo, 3 weeks of vacation, no limit on sick days, 9 holidays with 3 floaters and a kitchen fully stacked with snacks, not to mention a lunch plan (we order from a different place everyday and then it's automatically taken out of your check at the end of the month). My boss is really nice, the work is IT stuff I generally enjoy doing BUT that is not the real kicker; as the whole reason I applied to in the first place is because their business is wind farms. They design, build and deploy wind turbines. I am working for company that not only promotes clean air energy sources but is successful at it.
I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. I literally found myself *skipping* down the hall on Friday, past our working windmill model. Sure, I'm back to the Mon-Fri 8 to 5 grind (which always extends beyond the 8 hours in IT) and if I had my druthers, I'd be working at Cesar Millan's Dog Psychology Center or training attack birds, but you won't find me complaining for now. It's fucking windmill power people!
After the success we had a NYBF (which was one of my best weekends ever and I think the first NYBF I didn't have some horrible prop or costume malfunction), my laid back summer and this job, I kind of like being 37...