Current location:	The Homestead
Current mood:	naughty
Current music:	"No Sleep Till Brooklyn" by The Beastie Boys
Entry tags:	job hunting

The Smell of Tofurkey in the Air . . .
Actually, there will be no tofurkey this year. Tomorrow we'll drive up to Mel(ody)'s dad's house for the family gathering hoedown in the middle of the old family farm. Then, it's on to Brutha Drain's to watch the Cowboys-Bucs game.

Anyway, it's been an odd couple of days. It's like vacation started on Monday night with just a few periodic pop-ins at work until we were officially cut loose today at noon. (That is, actually eleven-thirty. Heh.) Anyway, the GS (Graphics Specialist) left as of Friday, the DS (Department Secretary) took this week off and the PE (Publishing Editor) left for vacation late yesterday morning. So it was just me for most of yesterday and today (a flashback to those days when it was just me all day every day as I tried to figure out what this publishing thing was all about) . . . even though Mel(ody) rode up with me to look at stuff on the Internet about working in Saudi Arabia for Aramco. Man, if we could actually land curriculum developer jobs we could make some serious dough. Like, in three years we could be debt free--no house payment, no student loans for either one of us--with another hundred grand in the bank. Every year after that we could be stacking up another hundred grand. Crazy, man, just crazy!

Then, when I got to work today I found that one of the jobs I applied for in a fit of pique a while back wants me to come interview at the first of December. Crazy. Anyway, it's on a Friday so I'll just take the day off to drive down to lovely Austin to check it out. I have the feeling that although I'm perfectly qualified--it's for a book production coordinator--there's just no way they could match the salary I'm making plus the fact our cost of living would go up dramatically. But, it will be fun to go to Austin and this place is right by Waterloo Records so we can swing by and buy some CDs. Maybe go by the Texas Chili Parlour. Romeo's. Who knows where all? Then again, maybe they offer me a job, pay me more money, and I punch my exit visa out of this place.