At last I have arrived.....

Just like a girl has a shoe for every occasion, I find it necessary to change jobs every so often (I was suppose to say just like a girl changes her shoes - but I would lose the charm that is me) . In all reality I have not had much luck in finding simple longevity anywhere. I consider myself the black widow of employees. As soon as I leave an organization, they cease to exist, go out of business, close down a department or go and get bought out for the upteenth time. I try not to take these things personally. I consider my latest opportunity a real challenge to my new status as the BW or black widow. I sincerely doubt that BAH will get bought out any time, and the liklihood of them closing shop is very small. The thing that should scare all of you is that my new line of work will be in diaster recovery / consequence management. So be afraid Alabama - be very afraid!

I will of course miss my spacious office here in Crystal City where I have an office all to myself and look out my window to see the Capitol building. However there is some sense of calm knowing that I will be gainfully employed for as long as I want a job. Who cares about sharing windowless offices when at least they are not cubicles?

I am now at the halfway point in school for summer classes. I have 3 weeks left. Business math is about as boring as it sounds but my Criminal profiling makes up for it! I now profile everyone one I come into contact with. And I am startled to find out that indeed most are lacking a sensitivity chip and feel self important or wait is that me?

Ah - so I am off, to a new job in shiny Mclean, near Tyson's Galleria where I will go broke if I dare spend there. I cut my commute by 15 miles each way = 30 a day -- see Business Math already coming in handy there. Less gas - which is huge seeing as a major pipeline is being shut down. I love public panic....ahhhhh raise prices, gouge the customer some more because they are clueless about oil supply and pricing. Quick feed the panic - there is no fuel, you will have to pay $10 a gallon and you will have to wait in long lines to receive it. I can see the head of Chevron now -- oops sorry Andrew.

A camera all it's own

The last six months have been a truly tiresome effort to get up and go to work everyday. My company has not been doing well and so every week I would hear "you may or may not have a job next week". All I wanted to do was work, get a check come home and spend time with Mark and Lo. So having said that, a much needed vacation found us in Wisconsin.

Logan and I learned how to use the digital camera. I know how to use one but she wanted to learn too. She actually took some good photos that were in frame!We have enjoyed our trip to Wisconsin - there is something so relaxing about the cottage there. I also see some spectacular sunsets. A week never seems long enough. Logan has been trilled to spend some quality time with her Grandy and Poppy. She gets more and more excited for their visits as she gets older. We find this to be wonderful. I knew both my mom's parents. I never met my dads. My grandmother raised me until I was four and then died when I was about 7 from injuries sustained in a brutal car accident. My grandfather lived in Florida for many years and died when I was in high school. He lived with us for a year after my grandmother died. It is odd not to have any extended family. I have my Uncle HJ who I see more than anyone else and I don't see him that much. Mark's family is so different from mine. I have really enjoyed sharing time with Eric and Andrew (the twins) and reconnecting with Steve and Beth. Seeing Matt and Jen was a real treat. I especially loved my time with all the young cousins. So funny, full of life, colorful and animated. Logan loved all the attention.

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