Just a quick note this morning, and not particularly entertaining, if I do say so myself. I was catching up on some important work last night and then staring at thumbnails of possible new homes for my family again into the wee hours. At this point, the house hunt takes on more of that “end of Rocky Balboa vs. Apollo Creed” vibe, wherein I’m just tapping shit on the keyboard all bleery-eyed and staggering from one property to the next. Can’t we just home-school the kids? Do I really need to be able to get into work every day? And most importantly, can’t somebody just pick out a house for me and then tell me where it is? I think I’ve stopping dreaming of owning a great home, and instead started dreaming about just no longer searching for one.
But one positive thing that’s slowly occurring to me is how much I like my work now. All of it. I’m sure just writing this will cause terrible things to happen to me, but I have to say, I’m working with some really wonderful people right now and for some really wonderful companies. “Companies,” yes. I seem to be hyper-employed at present. The way some people go bungee jumping, wrestle crocodiles, or eat at Pizza Hut, my own personal extreme sport seems to be finding as many jobs as possible.
To take a quick inventory, I’m working for an e-commerce company, a bike parts manufacturer, a magazine, and I seem to be operating a bicycle design company, which was sort of an accident born out of liking bikes too much.
But the weird thing is: it’s working. I’m getting quite a bit done on all fronts right now, and have to say, enjoying the hell out of it, too. It’s partly because I love the companies I work for and partly because I like doing stuff, and partly because I’ve been what psychologists call an “entrepreneur” before, and that gig makes my current twelve hour days seem downright easy.
Anyone misguided enough to read my stuff regularly knows the optimism is hard won here. I don’t come by joy or contentment easily–and I still wouldn’t say I’m “content” (whatever that is, exactly), but I’m genuinely enjoying what I do for the first time in a long time.
So there, I said it.
This all but guarantees tomorrow’s post will be pretty spectacular. Tough to say whether an enormous eagle will carry me far up into Washington State and leave me on a cliff wall to die of exposure, or if I’ll just get run over by a garbage truck, but it’ll probably be good.
In the meantime, to take my mind off of house hunting, I’m going to decide on a name for the still mostly imaginary bike design company I actually do need to start, if just to keep my emails better organized. It’s like how the Dead Milkman were an imaginary band before deciding to become real, only I have some pretty good reasons to add yet another job title to the current list.
And I do need to add some more job titles to my resume. LinkedIn sent me some auto-generated botmail this morning to let me know that adding another job title makes me something like 12% more likely to be considered by HR departments, which suggests the more jobs you have, the more likely you are to get even more, and apparently I won’t rest until I have at least a dozen projects going on.
So I’m off into my day to have a piano fall on me and break up this peculiar happiness thing, and I’m wondering if I should call the design company VeloWorkshop or VelocityWorkshop, which are domain names I have around, or just stick with Canootervalve for the company name. I’ll be taking a break from house hunting to ponder this on the ride in to work this morning, and will resume the regular schedule of skewed perspectives and personal mishaps usually found here tomorrow. Any opinions about the name thing, please let me know.
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