So, I'm back. And...I'm kinda leaving.
This is a good thing! Good thing!
I'm not leaving LiveJournal (anymore than I already have, which is sort of "completely", but I may make some time to keep up soon, for reasons that should become obvious.)
You see, there's this...thing...that's happened. I just got a job offer.
Here's the really cool part: I'm going to be a Freight Conductor for the Burlington Northern Santa Fe Railroad (BNSF). I'm going to drive choo-choos (eventually; it's...complicated).
And now the really uncool part: The job is located in Greybull, Wyoming. It's not the middle of nowhere, but you can see it from there.
On the one hand, this is really neat. I get to do the whole romantic Wild West thing. I get to do something that has fascinated me, on some level, since I was a little kid. On the other, Wyoming is the only state in the U.S. that doesn't have a gay bar in it. Let's not forget that Matthew Shepard was killed outside of Laramie. I'm going to be working in a teeny little bitty podunk town with a bunch of guys who, let's face it, would kick my teeth in if they ever got wind of...well, just about any part of my personal life. Hell, someone advised me not to let anyone know I had an MBA. (And please, let's not go into the whole "You got an MBA so that you could work alongside guys who are fresh out of high-school?" thing, because I have gotten that one up side and down the other from my mother and sister.)
Is it still "finding oneself" if one has to completely hide everything about oneself?
One of the job requirements is that I can't request a transfer to any other location for three years (and after that, God knows how long it'll be until I have enough seniority to transfer somewhere nice). So I'll be stuck in a state where I literally know no one. The closest place I can go to be myself (Billings, Montana) is two hours away, and for leather, it's an eight-hour drive to Denver.
I don't know. This is a great opportunity. The best I've done so far is a part-time gig for FedEx Freight, which brings in approximately half of what the BNSF job offers and requires me to get up at 2 fucking am every morning. I should have been in bed two hours ago, but I can't sleep.
So that's where I am right now. There's really no good reason to say no to this job, and quite a few good reasons to say yes. I'm just going to have to stop being me for a while.
Sigh.
I've missed you all terribly. I promise that I'll actually read LJ occasionally.
Cheers!
B.
I'm not leaving LiveJournal (anymore than I already have, which is sort of "completely", but I may make some time to keep up soon, for reasons that should become obvious.)
You see, there's this...thing...that's happened. I just got a job offer.
Here's the really cool part: I'm going to be a Freight Conductor for the Burlington Northern Santa Fe Railroad (BNSF). I'm going to drive choo-choos (eventually; it's...complicated).
And now the really uncool part: The job is located in Greybull, Wyoming. It's not the middle of nowhere, but you can see it from there.
On the one hand, this is really neat. I get to do the whole romantic Wild West thing. I get to do something that has fascinated me, on some level, since I was a little kid. On the other, Wyoming is the only state in the U.S. that doesn't have a gay bar in it. Let's not forget that Matthew Shepard was killed outside of Laramie. I'm going to be working in a teeny little bitty podunk town with a bunch of guys who, let's face it, would kick my teeth in if they ever got wind of...well, just about any part of my personal life. Hell, someone advised me not to let anyone know I had an MBA. (And please, let's not go into the whole "You got an MBA so that you could work alongside guys who are fresh out of high-school?" thing, because I have gotten that one up side and down the other from my mother and sister.)
Is it still "finding oneself" if one has to completely hide everything about oneself?
One of the job requirements is that I can't request a transfer to any other location for three years (and after that, God knows how long it'll be until I have enough seniority to transfer somewhere nice). So I'll be stuck in a state where I literally know no one. The closest place I can go to be myself (Billings, Montana) is two hours away, and for leather, it's an eight-hour drive to Denver.
I don't know. This is a great opportunity. The best I've done so far is a part-time gig for FedEx Freight, which brings in approximately half of what the BNSF job offers and requires me to get up at 2 fucking am every morning. I should have been in bed two hours ago, but I can't sleep.
So that's where I am right now. There's really no good reason to say no to this job, and quite a few good reasons to say yes. I'm just going to have to stop being me for a while.
Sigh.
I've missed you all terribly. I promise that I'll actually read LJ occasionally.
Cheers!
B.