Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Fuck you, Jim Moser

Offering me a publishing job on arguably unethical terms as far as budget even if you don't know that Dennis and Teresa have been overcharging people on ads, which I bet you do, assuming they were doing that in Hearne even before taking over Marlin, and somebody, sometime, contacted you?

I'll put more here later, but before everything dissipated, wanted to get the original emotion out, at least.

More specifically, eff you for getting me to raise my hopes of escape from Sulphur Springs, for screwing up vacation eligibility that already sux here and other things.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

The real world versus aching desires

Well, it's back to Sulphur Springs after the Marlin newspaper job turned out to be a shit sandwich carefully wrapped to appeal to my emotional heartstrings.

I have no idea if Jim Moser asked other people besides me before offering me this job. I do believe, based on stuff that i couldn't have known about before I got to Marlin, that the offer was borderline unethical at a minimum. And, the "borderline" part is being polite.

So, despite my yearnings to move, despite me liking people in Marlin, despite me liking being near Waco, and despite me trying to use the I Ching and an old baseball cap to convince myself any lingering misgivings pre-move weren't real, it's back to Sulphur Springs. Fortunately, my old job was available and there's no company rules against rehires, even in those particular cases.

That's the real world. I'm back to a place I wanted to get out of rather than keeping myself in a dry heaves situation over a job whose future worried me. More in weeks and months ahead.

The good side is that I'm not eating much money, and that I now have a new cushion from Geico.

That then said, when I do hit 62 or beyond, even if I don't need to have financial worries, will I still actually have them?