I am so not an IT chick, though I sometimes wish I were. Kinda like now, where I wish I could figure out how to RSS feed out blog postings to Twitter. Man, this stuff is just not my bag.
I should probably stick to takin' over the Carter...
25 July 2009
24 July 2009
It's starting to hit me...
...like a ton o' bricks: I'm really, like, leaving - and soon. Crikey. Off to Eng-er-land.
It's been an interesting week. I've been searching for a flat, currently in negotiations with the landlord and letting agent for a great location in Wimbledon. That's been an interesting process, to say the least. "My manager doesn't want to accept a deposit until someone views the property on your behalf." Um. OK. As I'm here in the States, that's easy-breezy, right? Adding to the challenge was the fact that Julian was going to Norway, Alex was in Amsterdam, Phil Squirrel is on a boat who-knows-where, and anyone else...well, I just didn't know if I could ask for such a favor...sigh.
Julian saved the day and biked - yes, biked - over to meet with the letting agent the following day, having canceled his Norway trip. While not exactly the most gorgeous of villages, he advised (and I'm saying that euphemistically), it would be a great first place for me in London. Then the letting manager advised that the landlord wanted me to pay for two months of unoccupied flat. "I'll meet her halfway and pay for one, but two seems a bit ridiculous." I'm still awaiting an answer.
StarDog is nearly ready, too. Her visa should be ready in the next couple of weeks. We've got to finish off the vet paperwork, send it off to the USDA for certification, figure the timing for her "more than 24 hours but less than 48 hours" final shots. I think I've done more reading up on her visa than I had to for my own. She has the benefit of traveling in a SkyKennel to London, though, where I'm quite certain she'll have more legroom than I. Heck, her airline ticket is double mine. Figures.
Next up? Work folk all seem to know the plans. One VP stopped me in the hall and asked if the "rumor" was true. "Well," I replied, "it's not exactly a rumour. I've been wanting to do this for years. My visa just came through." (That's right - check out the superfluous "u" in there...I'm so ready for this jump.) Another former VP texted, having heard the news. I've got two people already interested in my [fabulous] job, which is truly no wonder. And I got to speak with a Premier-ite over in the UK who really eased my concerns over finding a job.
My boss, Stacey (one of the reasons I'm uber-sad to leave this job), said that my departure was mentioned during review time, much to everyone's incredulity. "Does she have family there?" "Does she have a job?" "Does she have a place to live?" Um...no, I'm just flaky enough to go without shelter, income, or familial ties.
I now have to put together my (gulp) resignation letter this weekend. I can't believe it's really right around the corner...and I can't believe I'm leaving this place, nearly two decades after arriving. Buh-bye, QC and family, friends, job. Am I nuts or just nuts enough to try something super-cool?
As I write this, I'm enjoying a glass of vino with New Jack City in the background. Yeah, I think I'm not only ready for this move, but ready to take over the Carter, too.
It's been an interesting week. I've been searching for a flat, currently in negotiations with the landlord and letting agent for a great location in Wimbledon. That's been an interesting process, to say the least. "My manager doesn't want to accept a deposit until someone views the property on your behalf." Um. OK. As I'm here in the States, that's easy-breezy, right? Adding to the challenge was the fact that Julian was going to Norway, Alex was in Amsterdam, Phil Squirrel is on a boat who-knows-where, and anyone else...well, I just didn't know if I could ask for such a favor...sigh.
Julian saved the day and biked - yes, biked - over to meet with the letting agent the following day, having canceled his Norway trip. While not exactly the most gorgeous of villages, he advised (and I'm saying that euphemistically), it would be a great first place for me in London. Then the letting manager advised that the landlord wanted me to pay for two months of unoccupied flat. "I'll meet her halfway and pay for one, but two seems a bit ridiculous." I'm still awaiting an answer.
StarDog is nearly ready, too. Her visa should be ready in the next couple of weeks. We've got to finish off the vet paperwork, send it off to the USDA for certification, figure the timing for her "more than 24 hours but less than 48 hours" final shots. I think I've done more reading up on her visa than I had to for my own. She has the benefit of traveling in a SkyKennel to London, though, where I'm quite certain she'll have more legroom than I. Heck, her airline ticket is double mine. Figures.
Next up? Work folk all seem to know the plans. One VP stopped me in the hall and asked if the "rumor" was true. "Well," I replied, "it's not exactly a rumour. I've been wanting to do this for years. My visa just came through." (That's right - check out the superfluous "u" in there...I'm so ready for this jump.) Another former VP texted, having heard the news. I've got two people already interested in my [fabulous] job, which is truly no wonder. And I got to speak with a Premier-ite over in the UK who really eased my concerns over finding a job.
My boss, Stacey (one of the reasons I'm uber-sad to leave this job), said that my departure was mentioned during review time, much to everyone's incredulity. "Does she have family there?" "Does she have a job?" "Does she have a place to live?" Um...no, I'm just flaky enough to go without shelter, income, or familial ties.
I now have to put together my (gulp) resignation letter this weekend. I can't believe it's really right around the corner...and I can't believe I'm leaving this place, nearly two decades after arriving. Buh-bye, QC and family, friends, job. Am I nuts or just nuts enough to try something super-cool?
As I write this, I'm enjoying a glass of vino with New Jack City in the background. Yeah, I think I'm not only ready for this move, but ready to take over the Carter, too.
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