I thought that I’d worked for Ro for something like a year and 7 months. Well, it was closer to a year, 6 months, and a week, as it so happens. Turns out I’ve already worked for my current employer longer than I worked for Ro. And while I have complaints about my employer (of course) I don’t feel an urgent need to exit. Plus, the nutjobs seem to like me.
I feel like I’m stagnating, and like this job, for all its wonderful task change, won’t break me out of the rut. This evening after work the new hires were out at a bar, and we were talking about stuff. One of the topics that came up was the simple model that encompasses 90% of our titles. “Progress has been made, but further work is necessary.” I’ve been lucky to get more interesting work than that mostly.
If I’m being opportunistic about my employment, I certainly haven’t milked this experience for all that it’s worth. Another rapid raise likely awaits me in July. I’ve been told that a promotion within a year (or a little over that) is certainly not out of the question.
My love life is in a “no prospectives and no good source for new prospectives” mode. The last one was either not interested, or excessively busy, which amounts to the same thing, really.
Housing is changing in a couple months. Less than that. By april. Need to get ass in gear on hunt. The roommmate still doesn’t know whether he’ll be here or in LA in April. Great. I could just up and move to Seattle, without severely compromising the fiscal gains or chance at promotion. But completely resetting my social life.
My life ain’t so bad. Why don’t I just enjoy it where it is?