Anthological

Welp, my first two weeks at my new job were… interesting. Suffice it to say that my employer is a very very very busy guy, with an eye for detail and a penchant for micro-managing. He’s an honorable fellow, but we both independantly came to the conclusion that a 40 hr/week 8-5 gig wasn’t going to work out for either of us. I was prepared to let him know I wasn’t going to be able to continue working for him, but he beat me to the punch by broaching the subject of working on an “as needed” basis.

So a fellow who is fairly awful boss will more than likely turn out to be a valuable freelance client for the long haul. The fact that I didn’t have to leave him in the lurch (re: time invested in our relationship, etc. etc.) and that I just don’t like leaving things half-assed makes me happy.

So, I had my first interview this morning for a replacement 9-5 type job, and it went well. The position is called a Media Coordinator, which essentially means that I would be the designer for a 3-person team handling all communications tasks for the non-profit Knoxville Area Chamber Partnership. It’s in downtown Knoxville (woop!) and has me written all over it. Cross your fingers. In the meantime, I’ll be working on my main computer (still down, looks like the motherboard is going bad and that’s causing a host of problems), working on the house, and applying ice to my foot.

Yes, that’s right. I nearly smashed my left foot flat. You could say I was caught flat-footed. Argh, I know it’s awful. What happened is this: I replaced the torsion springs (left and right) on our 16′ garage door with the help of my awesome he-can-fix-anything dad on Saturday. This is good so far, right? Well, yesterday I assembled the new garage door opener, and was at the point where I had to attach the rail end of the opener to the garage wall where I had just installed the new mounting bracket. The OTHER end of the opener is the motor end, and it must be elevated to a certain height in order for the rail to clear the springs. This is where things start to run amok. Or perhaps.. limp.

To continue, first you have to know that there is a heavy wooden table in our garage that was left by the previous owners. I’ve had it up on end to take up less space until we decide what to do with it. Anyway, I saw that this was the right height, and could support the motor end of the opener so that I could attach the rail end to the mounting bracket. I positioned the table, put the motor end up on it, tested the balance, and then started walking towards the stepladder with the intention of climbing the ladder and attaching the rail end. I got about 2 steps. Then, so quickly I can barely sort out what happened, the motor, the rail, and the heavy wooden table went from standing up nicely and behaving well all the way down to the garage floor. Sadly, my foot was resting upon said floor and received the package instead. I now have the worst bruise of my life, although I don’t THINK I broke any toes. Our friend Tamara is going to confirm this when she visits tonight or tomorrow, but I think that for the next 2 weeks I’m just gonna have to keep off it as much as I can, ice it from time to time, elevate it, and lovingly ask my family and friends for their leftover pain medication.

Hopefully I’ll get hired, qualify for insurance immediately, and then go to the doctor!

So, to recap…

I started my new job. I quit, sort of. I foolishly wounded my foot. I interviewed for a new job. I’m gonna be fixing my computer, and working on our house.

This Sunday we’re having a Memorial Day cookout at 4pm. If you can make it, come on over!