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Jun. 2nd, 2006
Noise/turbulence.
Jun. 2nd, 2006 02:28 pmSo, I do greatly love the little neighborhood that the band of misfits has taken over here in the land of Acton.
The thing I never noticed is that the highway that runs through it is FUCKING LOUD. Especially during the day, when I suppose they figure no one is home.
The tractor trailors use it as a cut through, (obvious by the deterioration of the road and the liberal use of the air brakes at the light right here in front of the house.)
When it's just cars, it's very nice, but with the addition of the heavy machinery, it makes it deafening to have the windows open.
and that makes me grumpy.
***
I got a phone call this morning from the headhunter. She asked if I was still in the market for a job.
I said, well, kinda. And explained my situation.
She told me that the GBRB people that I interviewed with a few weeks ago had gotten in touch with her and said that they really liked me, and they had a 100% design position come up and they'd really like to interview me again.
But I've promised Mom I'd work on Grandma's house. I've promised The Catherds to work around their place. I've promised The Haunted Bookshop that I'd drive it to Pennsic. I've suddenly found myself with a chock-full summer, and I'm not even technically working!
I told her I'd call her back monday to let her know if I was interested. I think she could hear the reservation in my voice.
Am I blowing it by turning this down? Or am I leaving myself open for better, more interesting opportunities that might come along?
I don't know.
I do know I have an illustration/design due by the end of the day. So I have to stop procrastinating and get to work.
- k.
The thing I never noticed is that the highway that runs through it is FUCKING LOUD. Especially during the day, when I suppose they figure no one is home.
The tractor trailors use it as a cut through, (obvious by the deterioration of the road and the liberal use of the air brakes at the light right here in front of the house.)
When it's just cars, it's very nice, but with the addition of the heavy machinery, it makes it deafening to have the windows open.
and that makes me grumpy.
***
I got a phone call this morning from the headhunter. She asked if I was still in the market for a job.
I said, well, kinda. And explained my situation.
She told me that the GBRB people that I interviewed with a few weeks ago had gotten in touch with her and said that they really liked me, and they had a 100% design position come up and they'd really like to interview me again.
But I've promised Mom I'd work on Grandma's house. I've promised The Catherds to work around their place. I've promised The Haunted Bookshop that I'd drive it to Pennsic. I've suddenly found myself with a chock-full summer, and I'm not even technically working!
I told her I'd call her back monday to let her know if I was interested. I think she could hear the reservation in my voice.
Am I blowing it by turning this down? Or am I leaving myself open for better, more interesting opportunities that might come along?
I don't know.
I do know I have an illustration/design due by the end of the day. So I have to stop procrastinating and get to work.
- k.