Wishin' Waitin' Hopin'

I've been quite remiss the last two weeks, as i have been an absentee sponsor to this little site when all i've had was time to fill it with my novel thoughts and plans.

We got back from the midwest a little more than a week ago, to the miserable arctic freeze that has overtaken the state of Colorado. While i most recently bagged upon the constituents of this square state for it's lack of vigor in the face of more than 2 foot of the white powdery stuff, i'll have to change my story and speak to their resolve in the face of sheer, unadulterated cold. Most of life seems to have continued along once the snow dipped back around a foot of accumulation, even though the average temp has struggled to make it above the ceiling of ten degrees. eek.

The job hunt has been interesting, eventful, but not incredibly fruitful. As most know, i've been poking around for a few months now for the 'next stage' of my profesional life, and since we've been back i've had a few interviews and actually have the most promising interview yet at the beginning of next week. But, i seem to be split down the middle in my search, between what i think i would like to spend most of my waking days (besides sleeping in and being a house husband, which has puh-lenty of perks as well, but i digress) doing and what my resume says i should be doing.

I interviewed at a land development firm last week for a position that my resume says that i would be quite good at. The problem is that the job would have me assisting the design of suburbs and developments, and i don't know if i could live with myself. The fact that i live within a condo development notwithstanding, (if you live in the front of it and actually have a farm across the street instead of an ever increasing malaise of identical houses, it doesn't count, right?) i would rather spend my daily energies helping some other cause than the gentrification of the wonderful foothills out here.

So, to be fair, i managed to get an interview with a non-profit agency this week, one that manages cases of developmentally disabled adults in private homes. This, i told myself, was not incredibly well paying, but much more rewarding than any kind of gutter design for someone's new $300K house. Right? Well, the interview went well enough, but i was informed yesterday that i wasn't really qualified to take the position and they had gone with someone else.

Fair enough, i suppose, but it still stung. Mostly the truth of the matter is that i can't truly expect to bust into the professional level of a trade or profession that is incredibly different to what i have education and experience, and i suppose i've known that all along.. but just needed to be told it.

So, the answer? Back to school, i suppose. Course, that's not news, but, such a solution generally only adds more questions to my diet of daily musings. Where? for What? And in the meantime? Well, i'm seeing a small consulting firm next week that is a bit of a compromise from trying to get employed to sit in a cubicle driving a computer for rich people, but is still something that the 'ol resume says i'm qualified to pursue.

In other news, i've thrown up some new pics from the last couple of weeks on flickr, a few from the trip back to the midwest, and a few from a lucky visit we had from Mr. Brian Bishop up from New Mexico last weekend. As we do with all of our cultured friends, we took him around to all of our favorite breweries in town (there are more than 6, but, we usually only prescribe to four of them) (you know, for moderation's sake, cmon.) and made him cook for us.

Miss liz and i are also taking off for warmer (not sunnier, mind you. Sun's not the issue. But just being sunny and still 13 degrees is still not acceptable) skies this evening as we head down to Liz's college friend Kristin and Glenn's wedding in San Diego. As it is one of the last two major american cities that i have yet to visit (New York being the other) I'll be sure to record it pictorally as we see friends, i hit some surf with middleville-prodigal-son Matt Newmyer and try to get tan. Cheers, all!