Blogging may resume . . .
Where have you been, you blogging sluggard?
Promises, promises. I told you all I'd be a good little blogger and stick at it for more than a month, didn't I? Well, the fates had another plan.
At the beginning of February I was contacted by a former employer, asking if I'd temporarily fill in for awhile. One of the editors was leaving, and then wanted to take about a month to find his replacement. They also asked if I would interview for the position. Given that it was a different (and more structured) position than the last one I had over there (and one more to my liking), I agreed. I also figured it would be no problem getting the permanent position since 1. I knew the business, 2. I knew the procedures, 3. I knew the special software they used to run everything, 4. I already knew most of my co-workers. Maybe that last one was the sticking point?
Anyway, I agreed, and spent all of February and a bit of March working hard like a good employee, putting on a happy face, pretending that I LOVED LOVED LOVED this job. I also had figured out that the key to surviving was to be part of the "inner circle," I would become the boss's best buddy. I would even talk about golf if it helped (because that seemed to be topic #1 among the inner circle). I might even (gasp!) play golf!
Unfortunately, I don't think I ever really got much of a chance to schmooze. And the only other person they interviewed for the position--my position--they hired.
And then I had to train that person in.
Lucky for them I'm a good sport about such things. (And lucky for me I never burn bridges behind me even while several people pour gasoline all over the bridges in front of me.)
Meanwhile, all of my own projects began piling up on my desk at home, so after my time of testing was over, I had to dig out from under the pile.
I'm still digging, but I'm breathing air again. So it goes.
Welcome back, me.