Sundays I Write Letters
I will be absent from the blog world for an extended period of time. Tomorrow I will finish my temporary employment in my temporary city of residence and then I'm hitting the road. I'm pushing really hard to have my car packed and prepped to start out the morning of the 1st. 1st of January. 1st of 2008. First of a new life. All in a new city. At a new job. Yes. I got a job. Where my title is "copywriter." (I'd prefer "wordsmith" or even just "writer," but beggers can't be choosy.)
2008 will start with this adventure and then continue with more everyday adventures like learning to wake up 5 days a week and go to work without fail. Getting to know yet another geographic location. And relearning Saturdays and Sundays. Oh, Sunday, we have a lot of catching up to do.
So, The Big Move of 2007 has officially been changed to The Big Move of 2007/2008. Where am I going? Stay tuned. (Some of you already know.)
Oh, and I've got to give a shout out to a new reader, because I promised I would. This goes out to the gentleman I met here in Portland at my place of temporary employment. I won't say where we work because I don't blog about work--just whether I have employment or not--and I won't even use his real name to protect everyone's privacy. The gentleman's job consists of pretty much standing in one place all day. My first few weeks, I noticed he'd space out looking at who the hell knows what. And, I'll admit, I figured he was just a space cadet (sorry, but it's true). Then, I noticed that when other employees struck up a conversation with him, he'd have very animated discussions. I realized he wasn't spacing out, but thinking. And, only the heavenly being knows what he thinks about, but you know it's got to be something good.
Yesterday I was wearing a shirt that had "eco>tistical" written on it. What does this gentleman have to say about it? "I like your shirt." I looked down and pulled my nametag out of the way so I could remember what shirt I was wearing. "Oh," I began and then he interrupted, "Oh, nevermind. I thought it said 'egotistical.'" Thanks. Then, I decided to answer some of my suspicions and ask what he was studying in school. If he were to declare a major, it'd be English. (Seriously, we can smell our own kind.) But he's disillusioned. I can only hope that he realizes that disillusionment is a degree requirement no matter what educational institution you attend (or degree you seek). I asked how old he was and he started in on this explanation of how he was soon to turn twenty and he didn't want to lose his teenage years: twenty is too old. "Well, if twenty is old, then I'm ancient," I answered as a twenty-four year old who's soon to turn twenty-five. "Well, yah, we all know that," he quickly answered. See, he's thinking--he's not spacing out, the gears are turning at full speed.
And he doesn't have a blog. I laughed. Yah, right. He claims to not even know how to start one. So, I gave him my blog address with a promise to blog about his lack of a blog--how else are we gonna know the funny things he's got to say? I promised that if he started one, I'd put a link to it in my blog roll. I've done what I said I would. Let's see if he starts one. I guarantee it'll be interesting, if not hilarious.
Here's to a new year full of new adventures and bloggers!
PS. I'll be getting back to writing real letters once I get settled in my new location.