I’m sitting
in my suite at the Larkspur Landing in a city by the name of Renton,
Washington. Renton, Washington? Never
heard of the place; although it is now entered in on my Google Maps as my
“home.” Don’t think it’ll be too long
before that changes – I wrote a check for $500 as a deposit on an apartment up
in West Seattle earlier today. I’m not
one for wasting time and, the way things are with finding decent housing these
days, I figured it best I claimed my stake before it disappeared. All’s that’s left now is the application and
– assuming I qualify with said application – delivery of my crap from
Nevada. No problem…
Interestingly
enough, I’m not even 100% sure that I really have landed the contract job that
all this “moving to Seattle” depends on.
However, I’m not about to let such a miniscule hitch slow me down. Nope, I’m all-in. I seem to have been dealt a solid “start
hand” – it’s that flop that kills ya, though…
Curtis, the recruiter that landed me this job, is stopping by my hotel
this afternoon to get the contract signed and whatever … maybe I’ll find out
more then. Haven’t heard “word one” from
Boeing since being told that the PDF I created for the non-employee badge
request was deemed sufficient and “preferred” to the FAX option that Curtis was
asking me to do. I was also informed
that my badge is ready to be picked up although I still have no idea where this
would be done nor where I am expecting to be working – an address would be nice
… as would a start day and time. Oh
well, beggars, choosers – you know what they say…
I suppose
this is just a case of déjà vu all over again.
Seems to me I’ve done this before.
It was a somewhat younger me and, at that time, the whole “not speaking
the language of the locals” twist was thrown in as well. I survived – thrived, actually. Things have got to be easier this time. It’s just that, at one time – and not too
long ago, mind you – I believed I had put these adventures of jumping blindly
into the deep end behind me. An
ill-advised detour seems to have brought me a substantial distance back,
however. Here we go again…
But hey, on
the positive side, I am getting the opportunity to broaden my horizons. I still have little to no idea what this next
project will actually be requiring me to do.
I’m somewhat sure that it will require at least some of the skills I already
know (well, knew at one time … let’s be honest, it’s been a while) although it
sounds like the largest portion of work is going to be doing things I’ve never
actually done before. I’m thinking this
will be mainly a learning experience.
Nothing wrong with learning new skills although I better learn quickly –
getting paid to learn things just sounds so un-capitalistic to me and we all
know that, in this country, capitalism rules.
I do get the
opportunity to check out the Seattle lifestyle.
The apartment I just claimed seems like an ideal basecamp for such an endeavor
as well. It’s located just a short walk
from the north end of Alki Beach as well as the Seacrest Ferry Dock. I guess this basically translates to it being
pretty much a short walk to downtown Seattle.
That could be good, I suppose. I’m
kind of hoping that, by its location alone, I will have much more desire to continue
my adventures that I so enjoyed back in Santa Monica. I tried walking through the old neighborhood
a few times whilst back at the parent’s but that just wasn’t the same. It’s a big plus to actually have something
interesting to see. I do hope it doesn’t
rain too much…
bis später,
Coriolis
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