Well, I got laid off from my new job last week.Â Don’t cry for me, Argentina.Â While disconcerting to be laid off a month after being hired, the people were extremely nice about it.Â Basically, the short version is, they got a contract with a large corporation that they thought would keep a new person busy nearly full-time.Â Contract “went live”–and after two weeks, wasn’t really generating that much work.
But hey, I learned a bunch of new Illustrator stuff that I didn’t know before, so it’s all good. And today I had an interview for what would be, for me, vocational nirvana.Â It would be working as a web developer doing standards-based web design for a company whose forte is standards-based design and open-source, OOP programming.
I know, I know.Â English, please.Â Basically, if different types of geeks were rock bands, these are the geeks I would be a groupie for.Â I would hang around backstage, just hoping to get a glimpse of their pocket protectors, wearing a too-tight concert t-shirt in hopes that it would make me more like them by osmosis.
This group is to me as the Jellyspotters are to Spongebob.Â All clear?
So now I get to enter the fun stage of any job search: the waiting for the potential callback.
Â I hate waiting.
Did I mention I hate waiting?Â Oh, and while you’re still here: I hate waiting.
I remember saying once to some whippersnapper (I’m over 30, I can now use the word “whippersnapper”) “God doesn’t give you patience, God teaches you patience.” Well, now I’m getting my karmic payback, because it’s just as true for me.
So me and Inigo here are going to sit on our rock.Â Waiting.Â Well, mostly he’ll be sitting and waiting and I’ll be frantically trying to finish up the three sites I have “in progress” in the event I get offered the job, because this firm does the “no compete” thing.
Wish me luck.Â And Twizzlers.Â If I’m going to be coding full time, I’ll need lots of both.