My parents are going to Costa Rica in Feb. Lucky ducks. I have dreams of joining them, or at least meeting up with them for a day or two. (They're doing a resort thingie.)Flights are incredibly cheap -- less than $400 -- from SF to SJO. I could see the cloud forest, and practice my spanish. Hmmm.
It's looking less and less likely that I'll be taking a job, after all. First of all, the guy hasn't responded. Not a peep. And secondly, I'm feeling like I've dodged a bullet, which is not exactly the same feeling as disappointment. So the logical conclusion is to keep on keeping on. One of the executives I worked with yesterday is hiring me to write a brochure, so I start meeting with the big boys of solutions marketing on Friday. Should be good.
Another reason not to take a job: my client/manager/boss at Sun did something yesterday she really never does: she told me what to do. Specifically, to write another script by noon today. I was thinking about this, when I got up at 9am, lingered over coffee, and got in at 11am. I don't take direction well. Still, the script got done on time.
Lots of people are leaving SF. Three members of my book club headed to points east. For jobs, relationships. Today we had a going away lunch for S in the office, who's going to school in LA this spring. She wants to be an actress. I say, good on ya.
The rain has stopped for now, so SF is looking like a nice place to be. Chilly, but sunny, and blue sky and calm rippling bay and lots of good eats. There are worst places to be. Like Iraq.
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