This is only the second time in my life that I've left one job for another, and the first time I was simply being hired full-time by the place I'd been working as a contractor; that was Rockwell-Collins in 1999. I had the same hours before and after, reported to the same people, and sat in the same desk doing exactly the same job. So in a way it really is the first time I've changed jobs like this.
It feels strange to me. After 3 PM tomorrow I stop working there entirely; I'm not just going home for the day. It feels like impending disaster.
It's not, though. I have been hired at another place, full-time, to which I must report on the 17th. But I'm leaving something certain, a known quantity, for something unknown and uncertain--will I do well? Can I handle the job? Is something going to go wrong?
...so I don't know how to feel, exactly. I'm not sad to be leaving the noise box, because it's just a terrible, terrible job, because I don't get enough hours there to pay my bills, because of a lot of things--but change is scary, too.
Well, no one said it would be easy.
For the time being, then, I am taking solace in the fact that I'm not going to have to do this job for very much longer. Being yelled at by idiots when I have no power to do anything, bearing the brunt of their ire and taking responsibility for the failings of others, being held accountable for things I have little control over--all that is ending tomorrow, and at least there is a chance that my new job will be better than this one is.
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The Jeep's brakes have started pulsing, which means I'm going to want to pull them apart and check them over. I expect to take a little time next week (around Fiero work) and have another gander at the thing's front end, in an attempt to try to locate the source of the wobble.
I've noticed, of late, what sounds like bearing noise at any speed over about 30 MPH. If I'm going to be commuting, I'm going to need to get that sorted soonest. We'll have to see how things go.
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Someone recently told me I could beg "a fiver" if I was in need, and to that person I give a hearty thank you. I am hoping not to need such a favor, but I am moved beyond words at the offer.