Tomorrow I start my new job. I spent the day traveling across the country, so I could be where I need to be first thing tomorrow morning.
I’ve had a few people comment that I don’t seem very excited.
It’s true, I’m not. I’m not unexcited (that’s not a word, is it?). I’m just kinda… well, okay, let’s see where this is going.
I suppose part of my apparent apathy can be explained by the fact that I pretty much know what to expect. The work itself is not going to be all that much different.
Another big factor is the fact that I left a good job, where I was reasonably happy. This is the first time I’ve made a job change when it wasn’t blatantly obvious that the change was going to be better for me.
I remember when I was preparing myself for my second interview at my last job. Tarzan and I had not been married very long. I commented to him that “I really want this job.”
He responded that he’d never heard me say that about a job before.
It’s true, I’ve changed jobs… kinda a lot? In the four years we’d been together up until that time, I’d changed jobs twice, which is a lot by most people’s standards, including my own. I remember him being worried that I had changed jobs too often when I was interviewing for that job. I wasn’t the least bit concerned. I was certain I was doing the right thing that time. And I was right.
This time just isn’t so cut and dry. I know I’ll come out okay. I expect it to be better than just “okay”. I just gotta warm up to everything.
I’ve tried to figure out what my dream job would be. In my wildest dreams (well, with the caveat that in my wildest dreams, my dream job is an actual job, and not something like “professional cookie dough taster”) maybe it would be cool to be a private investigator? Catch cheating husbands (and wives) kind of stuff. I can’t really come up with anything that’s feasible to switch to, not this late and life, and not while paying the mortgage.
But I do have a secret talent. I really REALLY kick ass at crossword puzzles.
Well, you know. The ones in the magazine racks at the checkout line. The ones labeled “EZ”, “FUN” and “BIG PRINT”. Not, like, The New York Times ones.
The lady next to me on my second flight had a book of EZ CROSSWORDS. It was painful to me to see that she had incorrectly answered a clue in the upper right corner, and that had caused her to take a few other clues the wrong direction. It was mucking up her whole puzzle.
Now, some people like help with crossword puzzles and some people do not. (I learned this the hard way.) So, I thought I’d ease into it by asking innocently, “Do you… have any particular method to working on crossword puzzles?”
“Oh, no, not really. I just start out with the ones I know and kind of go from there.”
“Ah, I see. I used to do a lot of crossword puzzles when I was a kid.”
“Really?” this perked her interest, “I haven’t ever seen a child do a puzzle like this. How wonderful! I used to be a teacher! How old were you when you starting doing them?”
I didn’t know. All I know is I know all the answers in those EZ books. I once took one to one of Tarzan’s family get togethers, and you would have thought I was doing parlor tricks… the Daltons were quite impressed.
I pointed to the offending answer in her puzzle, “I think that should be ALEE.”
She screwed her face up. I don’t think she believed me, but she erased her wrong answer. “How would you spell that?”
I told her.
“What’s that even mean?” she referred back to the clue: toward shelter.
“It’s some nautical term,” I told her.
She finished that corner of the puzzle. “Do you know this one?”
She pointed to the clue: a man in a cast.
“I think it’s ACTOR.”
She slapped her forehead, “I was thinking like, a leg in a cast!”
I nodded, “It’s all in how you look at it.”
“You’re really smart!”
So. I wonder how you get going in a career solving crossword puzzles? Professionally. Only the EZ ones. The others are above my pay grade, I’m sure.
The Gingerbread Chronicles 