After two insanely whirlwind years at USAS, I landed a job with a labor-affiliated community organization as a web manager. Whew! My schedule is little travel, nine-to-sixish, and I'm all of a few blocks from my old job. The concept of spare time hasn't exactly settled in yet, but I'm only in week two.
What does this mean? Hey, remember that time you called me? Yeah, that time three months ago? I think I'll be returning your call soon. In fact, I'll be returning your call and your email from a year ago and perhaps pro-actively calling the people who secretly gave up on hearing from me ever again.
It also means my return to the Bay is slightly delayed. It's a big deal, big money job, which is good because after two years of USAS I basically couldn't afford to move back. It also means I'll be taking over my parents' mortgage, or at least a big chunk of it. After my three month probationary period I'll even have vacation time and enough dough to come and visit!
This past weekend was the USAS national conference and I had negotiated the day off to go up and facilitate stuff. It was one of the better ones, but man I was wiped by the end of it. Traffic meant a five-hour trek from Philly to my doorstep, since I returned the car. Now everything is more voluntary -- although it'll be tough to quit USAS, and I will be supporting it from afar.
More soon, and I mean it this time.
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