Thank you for the good wishes!

That was a lot of comment for a bloggerly backwater like this. I'm not a political blog anymore - no time - and not much of a knitting blog. Maybe I can be a knitting fantasy blog, and write about what I'd knit if I had time.

The job is evolving, as I said. I was tentatively offered this position probably two months ago, and then, nothing happened. And I started disengaging, and mentally packing my bags, because if I can't move up, I'm moving out. I am not going to remain the dumping ground of all that Hard Icky Stuff from the Cupcakes, or get jerked in all directions by every department. I am too old, too experienced and too bitchy to do that for long. I want a job, with a focus, with purpose. And I really have not had that in over a year with the company. It's like they hired me and then didn't know what to do with me. The new boss has been a gift from heaven. Oh, and apparently the company president was not only receptive to putting me in the job, he suggested me before my boss could.

So this position will be different. I can't go into specifics because I am an undercover blogger and I don't want to get outed professionally, so no industry keywords. It is corporate management. It is a cool job. It involves planning and managing and creativity and communication. It is a stretch for me, and not something I-can-do-in-my-sleep-by-now-ohmyGAWD-kill-me-now, where the only adrenalin rush comes from getting pissed off by the rampant stupidity I'm dealing with, like I have been doing for the last three years. (Here, and in the last job. I think that is the best sign that I am totally over being a paralegal.) And the money will be much better. I think that maybe, maybe, instead of a Toyota Matrix or its equivalent, I will get that new CR-V I really want. I don't need anything bigger and flashier, but a 4WD would be wise, and it will be a small, loaded 4WD. And I'll need to upgrade my wardrobe, and get my hair cut more regularly. And own better shoes. Basically, I'll have to act like a grownup, instead of slouching into my office in flats and khakis. I used to be a grownup, I think I can remember how.

And also work my ass off and learn new skills and work more and knit less. Or at least knit dumb, because this job will be challenging enough, I will not need to "stretch myself" with "challenging" knitting. This may be the house of garter stitch in six months. Naaaah, probably the house of feather and fan baby blankies. Right now I have an urge for linen hand towels, and I'm thinking placemats, isn't it Mason Dixon Knitting that has that charming idea for seat cushions? I'll still be knitting, but don't hang around waiting to be dazzled.

But it's good, and it's fun, and I have a haircut appt for Saturday, so the Hair God can continue to shape the mop into something shaggy and casual and sexy but professional. And he is the man for the job.

Tomorrow is Friday, and for the first time in several years, I'm glad to have a weekend but feeling good about how the week has gone.