One of those days...

Seeing as how all of you are going to a party tonight (and yes, I know, I'm invited... no, still not going) I figured I may as well talk about my present issue on the blog, not as if anyone will check, but maybe I can at least sort some of my thoughts for myself.

If you don’t drive, you probably won’t get my next anecdote, but for those of you who do, try to explain it to the others. You are driving your car down a boring highway, it’s hot out, and late, and you are tired. There isn’t anything too exciting going on, the highway is pretty empty and you know where you are going, you’ve followed the same way for years, you could do it blindfolded (do not try this at home, it’s not a good idea, and you will hurt yourself), but I’m sure you can understand what I mean. Amidst your travels you cease your self-inflection journey and pause to think about the past five minutes and realize that you don’t remember a thing outside of your own thoughts. It’s as if your car was on the road about ten miles back, and now you are at the present point with no recollection of what happened in between. You know that nothing bad happened, no one honked or swerved into you, but you still don’t remember staying within the lines or controlling your speed, it happened, but you don’t remember it.

That’s been me today. I recall the first part of my trip, but as of late I’m about twenty miles down the road with no idea how I got there.

Alright, now for everyone who hasn’t been able to keep up with my rambling, I’ll try to explain. This Christmas, amidst applying at schools, I came across some job opportunities in the summer, all of which I was sure that I wouldn’t get and felt like I may as well apply, mostly to practice my resume and application writing. Well today I got a response. I mean I didn’t think that I would get that much, but at best expected a “sorry, you suck” response. I didn’t. They are offering me the job, albeit temporary, but still something I consider being life-shattering in stature, (I am kinda a drama queen sometimes).

It’s a job working in a chem. lab, apparently my work at Shell came in handy, and it would be full time. This isn’t too big a deal, I mean I would have to take a leave of absence from both my jobs (which I do really love), but it pays about twice as much and includes room and board. Why? Because it’s in Quebec. I guess that speaking French also helped. I mean, I filled it out as a joke, and now I have the opportunity to go there and change my life almost entirely.

So now I’m at the crossroads. It would be only for four months, but I know no one there, no friends, no family, nothing. I’m more than a weekend trip away from everything familiar…

But I emailed them back. I think that this is something I need to do. The change could do me good, but at the same time I’m scared to death.

Oh, and I guess the Pope isn’t dead, Fox just jumped the gun.