OK, so I am back from vacation. It was a good visit to the cabin - I did not paint the floor, because I have some people coming to repair the floor first. I did get the paint, though - so when the time comes, I am ready.
I did go down the mountain for our phone call, and the word is that my official last day is September 2nd. If I hold out until then, I receive my severance, which ends up being about five months' pay. That includes PTO payout and so on. It's not bad at all.
Since that time, I've had a few interviews. Nothing that propels me forward, yet - but there is still time. It's a tightrope. I want to have as little gap as possible between September 2 and New Job. Ideally. I also want to collect the severance because, why wouldn't I? I have the sweat equity. So there's that.
But the whole cabin experience was really good. Unless I was down the mountain, I had the whole place to myself. The afternoon before I left, some other folks were there - but they're an older couple, and I saw the husband for all of five minutes before I went back to what I was doing. It was a good time. I slept terribly, but that's OK.
I saw tons of wildlife - rabbits, turtles, deer, turkey, a toad, and a copperhead snake. The snake was pissed - I was mowing some high grass at the edge of a stone wall, and I nearly took him out. He was small, maybe a foot long - but he was well fed, and survived my blades of wrath. He hung out next to the wall for about an hour. I tried to get a good photo...from a distance. It didn't really turn out.
On the day of the call, I came down too early. By a few hours. Somehow, I got the time mixed up in my head. So I had lunch at a Mexican place, then went to Babyland General - home of the Cabbage Patch Kid. Or, as they were first called, Little People Dolls.
Originally, they were all fabric. Then Coleco got hold of them and added some plastic to the mix:
What up, creepy baby?
To be clear, I always preferred stuffed animals to dolls. I didn't want kids - why would I want a prototype?
Anyway, it was a fun way to kill some time in an airconditioned environment. This one woman was sniffing the plastic baby heads nostalgically. I saw a baby delivered from Mother Cabbage. Say what, you ask?
At the top of this image is a large cabbage (made from velvet) from whence babies are born. It's a whole production. A woman dressed as a nurse comes to check to ensure that Mother Cabbage is ten leaves dilated. She get a shot of "imagicillin" to make things go smoother, and a baby is born. It's a lot.
But it's also a lot of fun, and I regret nothing.
I also don't regret the DQ Blizzard I had before I went back up the mountain. Here's the thing. The DQ Blizzard is superior to either the Sonic Blast or the McDonald's McFlurry. No question. I had a limited summer S'mores Blizzard. It was great. Now I have to get back on the diet bus, because it can't leave without me.
All that said, I had a great time at the cabin, the news of my imminent departure was not entirely unexpected, and I'll get there. I've had a few interviews, I'm sure to have a few more. We'll be fine.
Nothing a little ice cream and imagicillin can't cure. Or some cabbage soup.
ae
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