starting over, ending up
I'm theoretically starting work at Boston Sci tomorrow- I'll get the green light today as the background check and drug screen come through. It might be as late as Thursday, depending on how fast the service providers get back to the agency. I have a few things I need to get done today in preparation for it- the big thing being getting my clothing in order.
Transoma allowed me to be really lazy about looking professional, because they knew I could walk the walk- they didn't care how I looked. Most days I could have showed up in cowboy boots and a tutu and no one would have said a damn thing to me. As a result, I've spent a lot of the past nine years in jeans and stompy boots.
This is not gonna fly in the new assignment. I'm going to be in MG Building One with the rest of Regulatory, so I'm going to need to look professional as well as act it. It's going to be an interesting change.
I'm cleaning out my closet and drawers today and taking an inventory of the items that fit me. Items that don't fit or are too worn to look good are getting pruned out, and then I'm going shopping to fill in the gaps. I will probably pack up a lot of my older Good Suits and donate them to the local Helping-Women-Get-into-the-Workforce charity while I'm at it.
Otherwise, I'm ready. My cubicle stuff is nestled in its box, ready to go to its new location; I've got my commute planned and my lunchbag cleaned out. More, mentally I'm ready to move on. And it's a good feeling.
edit to add the breaking news. Grandpa Alex is going into hospice care as soon as he's out of the hospital- he was admitted for severe dehydration and a rampant UTI. Alex is solidly in stage 4 Alzheimer's, and combative and restless and a severe fall risk, so he will be carefully sedated from here on out to ensure he's comfortable and calm.
It's at once a tough and and easy choice- easy because he will admit in his rare lucid moments he's ready to die, hard because letting any loved one go is hard.
And all we can do is watch and wait and pray...
Transoma allowed me to be really lazy about looking professional, because they knew I could walk the walk- they didn't care how I looked. Most days I could have showed up in cowboy boots and a tutu and no one would have said a damn thing to me. As a result, I've spent a lot of the past nine years in jeans and stompy boots.
This is not gonna fly in the new assignment. I'm going to be in MG Building One with the rest of Regulatory, so I'm going to need to look professional as well as act it. It's going to be an interesting change.
I'm cleaning out my closet and drawers today and taking an inventory of the items that fit me. Items that don't fit or are too worn to look good are getting pruned out, and then I'm going shopping to fill in the gaps. I will probably pack up a lot of my older Good Suits and donate them to the local Helping-Women-Get-into-the-Workforce charity while I'm at it.
Otherwise, I'm ready. My cubicle stuff is nestled in its box, ready to go to its new location; I've got my commute planned and my lunchbag cleaned out. More, mentally I'm ready to move on. And it's a good feeling.
edit to add the breaking news. Grandpa Alex is going into hospice care as soon as he's out of the hospital- he was admitted for severe dehydration and a rampant UTI. Alex is solidly in stage 4 Alzheimer's, and combative and restless and a severe fall risk, so he will be carefully sedated from here on out to ensure he's comfortable and calm.
It's at once a tough and and easy choice- easy because he will admit in his rare lucid moments he's ready to die, hard because letting any loved one go is hard.
And all we can do is watch and wait and pray...