I recieved a phone call a couple of months ago. It was Poo. With a job offer. Project Manager this time. In Oregon.
Oh what an opportunity that would be. He told me to take my time and really think about it. I pondered whether Cheese might come with me. I went back and forth on that one. Am I ready to live with him? Because that is likely how it would work. Would I want to be responsible for taking him that far from his daughter?
A place by the ocean. Trees. More money. A challenge. Coordinating again. New beginnings. Adventure.
I wasn't sure if an end to my Derby Career would be a positive or a negative. I could still skate, but wouldn't have to deal with the drama, frustration, and time suck that Derby can be.
I took a month off from Derby. I did it not only because I missed doing some of the things I love, my house still isn't unpacked, and because I wanted to take some time to focus on Bubbly Creations. I also did it because I took a hard hit to the head. My helmet didn't protect me and it was a little scary. And it hurt. I believe in signs.
It was hard to stay off my wheels. I am back to derby as of yesterday. It was good to roll.
Between everything and everything, I made my decision about the job.
I am not ready to leave NV. My house, my friends, and yes, Cheese too. He decided not to come with me, that being near his daughter was more important. I respect him more for it.
I've started hanging out a little bit with the Carson Sierra Spinners and Weavers. I think I can give them a couple of hours a month to get all fiber geeky.
I'm not ready to retire from Derby.
I don't want to leave my house, my friends, put Bubbly Creations back on ice. I don't want to be further from my family.
Sensei said to do it. That ther are other boys, other opportunities, other friends to be made. This is true. I didn't turn it down just for the man.
I turned it down after a long night of drinking in which I ended up crying because I didn't know what to do. Except that I did. And once I sobered up and listened closely to what my inner child was saying, in a very wet snotty fashion (she tends to come out in force when I drink too much. She also spends too much on booze) I realized that ultimately, I am happy here. Quite happy. I'm not ready to leave NV. As my wife said, I have only recently started calling this home.
I realized something else too. I am worth more than I have given myself credit for over the last 2 years. I wasn't fired for incompetance because I am incompetant, I was let go because I am competant. I am an excellent coordinator. And that can be threatening to those who don't have faith in their own skills.
I like my job. I am comfortable here. But I also feel as though I am far more talented than I am given credit for. And I don't think that they will ever see me as more than the quirky little skater girl who rides around on a tricycle and pulls a wagon full of toilet paper. While that is who I am, I also know that I am more. The bosses have both been out of the office this week and I think that we have held it down really well. Not just me, all of us. The stuff that I miss, Paul has gotten. While I don't think for a moment that I could run this department, it might be time to go back to the other stuff I am good at. It's scary. I am comfortable. But it won't hurt to put out feelers. Thank goodness Poo reminded me that I am more than I have believed of myself. It's been fun to be challanged. And who knows, maybe after this week I WILL be taken a little more seriously. which would be cool because I would hate to have to give up my Radio Flyer.
Thursday, September 02, 2010
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4 comments:
I did say take it. I had a feeling that you still wouldn't. It would not be the first time you did not take my advice.
Even so, I hope you success. You ride a trike pulling tp? In the office? Oh, my, I just had a vision of you being the old chubby lady wearing granny panties that stick between pants too low and too tight and a blouse too short.
Not a pretty sight.
Well, stick with job opportunities with casinos in Nevada. They are the best.
Sounds like you made the right decision for you. :)
I just had to comment because the captcha word is so funny
DICERIA = You've been at the craps table so long that you poop little cubes and you have to look to see if it came up 7 or 11.
All I can say is I am selfish and YAY.
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