Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Expect the unexpected
Last Friday, I was told that I should definitely plan on May 16th being my last day in Boston. On Monday, that was confirmed. On Tuesday, shortly before 5pm, I was told that my manager got approval to extend me by 2 weeks. This is good! I now have two weeks extra of guaranteed earnings and two weeks extra to find a job from the relative position of strength of already having one; two weeks more to stave off the worry that comes with unemployment in a horrible job market.
Ever the opportunist, I will be getting tickets to see the Red Sox play at Fenway Park on the Tuesday that had seemed as if it would be my first back home. Can’t spend time in Boston and not go to one of the most famous and venerated stadiums in the country.
Still no clearer on whether my next job will be here or New York. It was clarified for me that one of them I am being submitted for would start here and I may be able to get the role transferred to New York. Hey, I would be quite happy to split my time between the two places. I like my room, love Brookline and am happy to work in Downtown Boston.
As for the title of this entry, I remembered something I had written in March 2005, in a retrospective Bus Driver’s Diary. This is a direct copy and paste:
“Life continues to present me with only the unexpected. Does anyone have a predictable life? If so, do I envy them or feel sorry for them? The answer has to be YES!”
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Ever the opportunist, I will be getting tickets to see the Red Sox play at Fenway Park on the Tuesday that had seemed as if it would be my first back home. Can’t spend time in Boston and not go to one of the most famous and venerated stadiums in the country.
Still no clearer on whether my next job will be here or New York. It was clarified for me that one of them I am being submitted for would start here and I may be able to get the role transferred to New York. Hey, I would be quite happy to split my time between the two places. I like my room, love Brookline and am happy to work in Downtown Boston.
As for the title of this entry, I remembered something I had written in March 2005, in a retrospective Bus Driver’s Diary. This is a direct copy and paste:
“Life continues to present me with only the unexpected. Does anyone have a predictable life? If so, do I envy them or feel sorry for them? The answer has to be YES!”
