ladies and gentlemen, soon to be broadcasting from Melbourne, Florida…
it’s mountaineer musings!!
yeah, so i’m moving to Florida.
* crickets chirping *
* still chirping *
ah. good. you’re still there. anyway, i couldn’t stand keeping the secret any longer! now that i’ve given my notice at work, i just had to let it out! especially since i have a Spidade with a big mouth, and a lot of you are starting to figure it out… well, until now, a few people knew for sure that something was going down soon, or i’da exploded. so this is why i’ve been a bit less attentive to my blog of late; i hope y’all will understand.
little huge move has been kinda-sorta in the works since i went and visited Mr. Wonderful in October. after i beat Frank in Trivial Pursuit Saturday night of that visit, he said, “wow, T-Shirt Babe. you’re so smirt, smirter than me, even. i wish you lived closer. why don’t you just move here?”
and i said, “no! i heart Texas! actually, i heart Flagstaff and want to live there! you move west. how ’bout it?”
and he said, “T-Shirt Babe, who’s the boss at IMAO?”
and i said, “you are, Mr. T-Shirt Boss,” and hung my head. he patted me on said head and stated, “that’s right, Woman. i’m the boss. you’re the T-Shirt Babe. as your boss, i’m transferring you to Florida.”
i replied, “does that mean you’re going to pay me to be a full-time T-Shirt Babe? so i don’t even have to go job-huntin’? cool, where do i sign? oh, wait. do you provide health insurance?”
“this is Florida, you don’t need health insurance. or clothes. just bottled water and food. and actually, you’ll have to find a job, because i can’t afford to pay you enough yet. all those warm fuzzy socks you buy, i just can’t swing that kind of salary.”
“hmm… i’m not convinced that Florida is the place for me. i hate job-hunting.”
“Woman, there is to be no more discussion. you’re moving here, and you’re gonna like it, or i’m gonna shake my fist at you.”
“but… * sniff * there are no mountains here.”
“sure there are. you see that hill back there? the green, lush hill behind my house? that’s the foothill of a mountain! they’re all around out here!”
“that’s a flat fairway, silly head.”
“ok, goofy goof, ya got me there. i’ll tell ya what. i promise to take you to national parks and mountains and canyons often so you won’t cry all the time. you totally beat me down when you cry.”
“that’s a start…” i said.
“and i promise to buy us annual passes to Disney World.”
“and i’ll take you to the range and let you shoot my guns whenever you want. and–”
“yay!!!!!! shooting is fun!! ok, i’ll move to — oh, wait. one more thing. you fly me home to see my friends and family in Texas now and then. and you have to meet all of my family and my dearest friends before i move.”
“mmm…. yeah, ok. now let’s snuggle.”
so i started looking for jobs online, applied for a couple. heard nothing. we figured i’d be moving January-ish, or whenever i found a job. early November i sent my resume for a super-cool sounding job, and the next day (a Sunday, even!), i got a call. turns out, job was through Robert Half (accounting headhunters). i’ve gotten jobs through them before, and once they have your resume, they basically do all the work, and all you have to do is go interview when and where they tell you to. and you get to ask them all those forward questions that you can’t ask the company you’re interested in, such as “how much are they gonna pay me?” (you get to ask before you even interview) and “is there a signing bonus?” and “will they mind if i take 3-hour lunches?”. stuff like that.
anyway. week and a half later, i had a phone interview, and i didn’t get the job. that’s ok, it was just my dream job.
kept job hunting. was trying to stay out of auditing, because it’s taxing (har har), and i’ve been doing it for 5 of 6 years. i’m tired. finally, i decided that i’d give it one more shot, if i could find something that wouldn’t be 100% audit (30% would be grand). and for better pay. i’ve taken pay cuts every job i’ve changed to (::shakes fist at public accounting::), was still making the same thing now as i was in 2000, so i decided that if i stay in auditing, i’m going to need a raise.
the second i let the headhunter know that i’d consider auditing, he called me with a next day interview. that was Friday December 10, when Frank was at my house. that phone interview went really well, and i was apparently a perfect fit, because within 10 minutes, the sr. manager was asking when they could fly me down for the office visit stuff. i flew down Saturday night (got to Frank’s place at 2 a.m., just long enough to collect my Christmas present from Frank and chocolates from Miss Beca – which did not almost get me arrested) and interviewed Sunday morning over breakfast. they offered me the job, and i even got a nice raise. sweet! plus i’m supposedly going to be auditing only half the time, and i’m glad of that.
so i gave my notice at work this morning. no one seems to be surprised. hmm.
so anyway. the next little while on mountaineer musings, you’ll be reading all about my packing, moving (and what a time it will be, driving 24 hours cross country with Mr. Wonderful and the bebe), still have to finish writing about Thanksgiving with Frank, his December visit, getting all settled in to my new home and new job. and don’t forget, ALIAS starts January 5, so there’s that. it will be a whirlwind couple of weeks, but once i’m in Florida, i’ll get to see Frank and snuggle him anytime i want. that will make it all worth it. :)