In the home stretch

I've been working for this major automobile manufacturer these days... (see Oompa Loompa.)

Three weeks ago, my boss's boss comes in and says, "Poobis, I hear good things about what you're doing here. I wanted to let you know that I have an opening in my area, and if it's something that you're at all interested in, I would encourage you to apply."

So I figured, what the hell...

In the last three weeks I've met and interviewed with 4 echelons of managers over me. I've had an hour and fifteen minute phone screen, a two hour panel interview, and a coffee meeting with the Big Cheese. Something tells me they're working up an offer. It's a good company. If there were an automobile manufacturer to work for in times like these, it's this one.

Just after my two hour panel interview, I got a call from a government entity that I applied to way back in December. They've received my application apparently and are interested in interviewing me. Nice timing.

It is now 109 hours until I no longer own Beigeburbia.

This has been the strangest move. I've done 98% of it myself. Last Saturday I had my brother in law and another friend stop by and we loaded the heavy stuff in the truck. Two trips with a pickup truck and I sent them on their way. I only have a few boxes left and some cleaning to do and it's done.

I made more trips to the dumpster than I did to the new place... It felt good.

Aside from finally extinguishing the huge cash pyre that was Beigeburbia, it also feels good to have a home again. I haven't been staying at Beigeburbia.

For the last year all of my stuff has been scattered between two places over a half hour apart. For those who haven't experienced this, it's an incredibly draining experience. 109 more hours... and I'll never have to drive 30+ minutes to get my junk mail again.