Because four days of this crap is about all I can stand.
A great job appeared in my inbox this morning - real estate paralegal, not a closer (nearly all real estate paralegal openings are for people who do real estate closings). This one is real estate development work: entitlements, plats, easements, contracts, check check check check. That's my job! Perfect! I'm the perfect candidate...oh, hell, it's in New Smyrna Beach. We're looking at another hour (or longer) commute, this time in the opposite direction from the current long slog. Nope. Just can't do it. I want that job, but I can't take it.
It's so frustrating, because I really want to move to Volusia County. I came to this conclusion in the last few months that if I'm going to be stuck in Florida until I'm old enough to actually retire, I want to be out of the inner circle of hell that is the Orlando metro area. Orlando and I are done, except for visiting Disney and maybe IKEA.
Yesterday I had an 8:30 a.m. conference call, so I left the house more than 15 minutes early to be there in "plenty of time!" Yup, you guessed it - two accidents on the way slowed my progress, so I walked into the call about 5 minutes late. I've decided my ideal arrangement would be to live in DeLand, and have a job somewhere around, yup, New Smyrna, or in one of the corporate parks in Lake Mary/Heathrow. I want a half hour commute to a corporate job. I'm done with long slogs, and I'm done with "family owned" businesses (but that's a rant for another day).
Now that she's given notice at her current job, I can talk about it - my daughter is also changing jobs. She's going out on her own as an independent contractor, where she'll make more money (lots more, if the stars align) and have more control over her own schedule. She's been doing a long slog of a commute that makes me sound like a whiner, driving out to Lake County day after day, often to find her client cancels on her at the last minute, with hours to kill before her next client, etc. Her new job fits nicely into Mama's long range plan - she'll make more money, they'll get out of my house and buy one of their own, and I'll sell both the house and this condo and move further out from the city and closer to the beach. That's the plan, anyway.
In the meantime, she'll be borrowing my laptop, because her ancient Macbook isn't going to work for her new job. She will get her own laptop when the money starts rolling in, but I will temporarily be left unable to blog from my bed with dogs and coffee at my side. It's a small price to pay for an exit strategy.
Time to get moving. It's Thursday! Yay!