I'm baffled how this article about big eyebrows coming back has been the New York Times' most emailed story for the past few days. Who knew people were that obsessed with facial hair. I started letting my giant eyebrows grow in slightly more natural a year or so ago because I could sense a trend towards the bushy-now I feel vindicated. Apparently, so do thousands of readers. At least that Shamu nonsense has finally been knocked out of the top ten.
Anyway, I might've done something rash, I don't know. As I sort of alluded to earlier, there was a job that I had been counting on getting that would've been ideal. It turned out that a freelance staff member took it. That left the part time/freelance position open if I desired it. I stewed, hemmed and hawed and then broke down Thursday after being pissed off too many times in my short time back at work and called the director to say I'd take it. So, I guess I have a new job. I'm supposed to start Sept. 11, which is ominous to say the least.
Despite relishing the prospect, I haven't given notice yet (I still have a week to allow the polite two weeks warning). I just don't feel properly ecstatic because it's not like there was a fancy formal offer, it's not staff and it's not a financial step up. In fact, I'll now be working some nights and weekends, making less money and lacking paid time off (I'm lucky to have finagled medical benefits through James so that's not a worry, and for many that's a deal breaker. It's a good thing I just took a vacation because I don't see another in my future for a very long time). I've discovered that I'm one of those security-craving people which I really hate because I'm bored and frustrated to tears (literally) by routine heinous office work (yesterday, there was a toilet in the women's bathroom that was completely smeared with feces, like there was a huge chunk of it just sitting on the seat. And I'm like what the fuck is wrong with "professional" educated women?! There really needs to be a study done on why nasty office ladies think that so foully soiling public spaces is acceptable. Are they crying out for help? Are they marking territory? It's not like pooping and mucking up a mall or airport lavatory where it's essentially anonymous. This is a small office so you think people would be more conscientious with their crappy hygiene habits. I'm sure I already mentioned how when I first started this job there were flyers inside the stalls about getting help for eating disorders, clearly illustrating a puking problem in the company. Before I quit, I'm going to put up medical information about fecal incontinence. Knowledge is power, right?) . I'm hoping this will mix things up and get me out of the corporate rut.
Short term it's scary, but long term it's promising because it's at the NY Post where I regularly contribute pieces (I just wrote two cookbook reviews and am working on an article about lesser known Latin American cuisines–I'll be eating Bolivian for lunch and Uruguayan for dinner) and there's potential for networking and writing more. It's always a good thing for editors to see you face to face rather than via email. Plus, there might be a part time opening in the section that I write for so I might be able to split my time between the library and editorial. As I'm writing this out, it sounds better and better and less uncertain and flaky. Isn't it gross when blogs end up being more about working out personal issues than enlightening and educating you?
Above photo illustrates a series of caganers, which apparently are an appropriate component of Catalan nativity scenes.