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Coming Back From a Vacation

Coming Back From a Vacation

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It’s hard to come back to work after being on vacation for a week.

Actually, I suppose it’s hard to come back to work after being on vacation for any length of time. Strictly speaking, I was out of the office for 12 1/2 days, arriving to that first day back less than half an hour after I dictate these words. That said, I did continue to reading email and dealing with some things remotely for the first two days of my vacation, treating it like a weekend where I was still at home.

And I’ll be very curious as to the final email total. I have specifically not logged in this morning, choosing to go into the building blind and just let things unfold naturally. I will, of course, have to run a quick report before the managers meeting at 10, so I can know what I’m talking about when it comes to last week’s numbers.

But almost more important to my mental well-being, is the amount of writing I didn’t do while we were gone. I literally took nothing with me to work on other than two notebooks, one pocket-sized to jot things down in in the moment, and one about the size of a trade paperback book to keep a vacation diary in. That vacation diary also included notes on geocaching, a few quickly scribbled poems, and some settings and character notes for what may potentially be a novel that is at least partially set in Curaçao. I’m going to take, partially, the stranded alien theme and mix it with some human trafficking, politics and culture as an external viewer might see them, and probably a few other odds and ends that will just find their way in organically. I don’t yet know if it’s going to displace the next thing I intended to write or not, but it is possible. And yet, the next major thing I’m intending to write after Battlefield is finished is supposed to be Bad Teenage Poetry, a fiction novel set in a small city in the mid-1980s, combining my memories with some research. I’ve got a lot of actual research to do, mostly in the manner of making sure the little details are right and not just fallible human memory, figuring on doing it as I went along to the most part, but so it goes. I am actually having a little bit of luck with working on two long fiction projects at the same time right now, so it’s possible I might continue that, although I do want to write some short fiction this year, and a fair bit of it.

But we’ll see.

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Interview Limbo

Interview Limbo

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There’s nothing like having your future be partially in limbo to get you to overthink everything.

Although, I suppose that’s kind of normal, depending on your point of view. Under the logic that no one ever really knows what’s going to happen, that there might always be fewer days ahead than there are behind, that everyone’s future is always unknown.

But I’m in a moment where I might be less than 48 hours from a job offer that will mean a major career change, that will, in some ways completely overturn the life and routine I have right now. And I have absolutely no idea if I have a chance the job or not.

You see, the final interview in the process was the least interview-y interview I’ve ever had. There were practically no interview questions. It was basically an hour-long, business-based conversation between myself and the General Manager, with the HR manager participating here and there. He’s building team, to open a new facility, and he was quite open about the way he sees the process: it wasn’t the conversation to see if I was qualified—the screening process to that point, he was sure, had taken care of that—but a conversation for him to figure out my basic personality and to decide where or whether that basic personality would fit into the matrix, the jigsaw puzzle he’s putting together.

I like to think I’m personable, presentable, and can get along with anyone. Most of the time, I’m fairly certain that’s even true. But it was a strange, strange interview, even if I left more comfortable with the process than I entered. The best I could do was to be myself and speak honestly, and if that’s always the right thing, it’s not always the best thing.

I left the interview having had engaging conversation, and developing idea of the direction he wants to take for the team, and some of the qualities he was looking for. The question is, how well did I personify those qualities? I suppose the next question is, how well do I fit into the thing he’s building?

I should find out somewhere between now and Friday afternoon. Until then, I still have a job to do, and I still have family that needs me. Either way, both of those things will continue, even if the job changes.

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