(I am somewhere in the above picture — taken last night at the Italian Festival in Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio)
With the blessing of J&E, I’m going to repost the letter I sent them this morning:
This Blue Collar Goddess doesn’t have the time to write on her own blog, let alone anyone else’s.
My recent divorce, move from California, enrolling two students for University, keeping an eye on a High School Senior and a shiny new Corporate Job with a giant Corporation leaves me just enough time in the evenings to make a round on Face Book — and call it quits for my internet time.
When I applied for the job at The Giant Corporation, it was a 50/50 shot in the dark for me, and to my surprise they actually hired yours truly here.
I spend 14 hours a week in my vehicle just getting to and from the gig, and nine hours there. If not more. Usually more.
At my age [update: 43] starting at entry level gigs in Corporate Monsters can mean only one of two things. I am very stupid.
I am very ambitious.
They wouldn’t have hired me in their marketing dept. if I was stupid. They smelled “ambition” on me and reeled me in.
I have six to nine months to prove myself before they bump me up into the next level. The sky is the limit.
Because my ex husband is a douche bag and I am on my own, I must “pay attention” while also paying bills. Those bills do pile up.
Alas, I must take a hiatus from the jobs that don’t pay — one of those being a frequent poster on GSTF.
This is not a resignation, mind you, so don’t put me on the compost pile, you can put me out to the North 40! The Pasture! However, I’ll leave it up to you to make the final call on whether or not you wish to keep my badge up. I cannot contribute frequently, or on a set schedule. Believe me, I had no idea that I would EVER work for The Giant Corporation at the Corporate Level and do what I’m doing now. It just never made sense to me until I panicked and realized that I couldn’t pay my bills on good intentions, fuzzy ideals and a lack of steady income.
That being said, I was pondering over the possibility that you should gather up a posse and start a weekly column called, “Go Ask The Aussie Cynic”.
Sort of like an advice column similar to that of Ann Landers or Dear Abby, but with a twist. I’d come around for THAT, for sure.
Cheers back atcha,
Your Blue Collar Goddess
Yes. I did call my soon to be fourth ex-husband a douche bag. Yes, he really is. Five months into the marriage, I realized I’d made the biggest mistake of MY LIFE — and I gotta tell ya, I’ve made some doozies so that statement doesn’t come with a small amount of exclamation points.
*long pause for effect*
Movin’ along, J & E made a recommendation that I toss out to y’all a heads up regarding ideas for “Flower Smelling” time management strategies whilst enduring that 14 hour weekly trip.
I was considering investing in some audio CD’s to learn a foreign language, any other suggestions?
Part of the culture in my new place o’werk is an overwhelming sense of goodwill among all employees, the Flower Smelling happens in every corner. It’s the biggest, baddest (good/bad, not bad/bad) most amazing group of folks I’ve ever had the excellent fortune to associate with.
My brain feels like it’s going to explode each night when I battle the traffic jams all the way home, however, I think it’s worth it.
So, now you have the shizzy. The lowdown AND the faqs.
I didn’t abandon you, I won’t abandon you, but forgive me for hanging out in the pasture and not the garden proper.
I just don’t have the time to whine as much as I once did.
That’s a good thing, right?
So let’s clarify all the above:
- ==>I went to the Italian Festival in Cuyahoga Falls last night.
- ==>I am behind the camera (I took the picture!)
- ==>My soon to be fourth ex-husband is a douche bag. (okay okay okay, I’ll define it a step further and give you a single example: the man is trying to take back the vehicle that he GAVE me when we were married … IDIOT!)
- ==>Just moved from California to Ohio.
- ==>I have three nearly groan up (pun intended) children who are more time consuming than when they were in freakin’ diapers.
- ==>I have a shiny new kick ass job.
- ==>Aussie Cynic should have a column in the forum called “Ask Aussie Cynic” so I can ask her lot’s of advice needed type questions. You too! In fact, I’ll be a guest commentor from time to time! (my brand o’ knowledge and what not, eh?)
- ==>I apologize for going awol.
- ==>Bullet points make up half my work day.