I have this terrible habit of arranging my schedule so that everything important comes due at the same time. I guess that’s why I’ve been mostly absent around here lately. This week, I had to deliver a prototype for a major system we’re working on, and I discovered it is much more high profile than I thought. I had another certification test to take today, and I’ve been furiously studying (got a 960, which means I missed 2 out of 42). One more, and I’m an MCAD (Microsoft Certified Application Developer)
On that front, it would appear I’m being wooed. I can’t say much, I shouldn’t say anything, but I’m a blabber-mouth. I might be facing a choice soon. When you’re a young man, the security-pay dichotomy is a no-brainer, you take the risk and go with the pay. It’s not so simple when you’re not a young man anymore. Being 43, I believe my company is going to see me as a greater and greater target for downsizing. Not that my company sucks – they have had many retirements lately, and that means that, in general, they let people stay around long enough TO retire.
But it’s a high-risk situation. I make really good money for a man of my educational background, and a younger man could probably do the same work for less pay. It’s just the way things are. I have talent, and, if living in Nashville has taught me anything, it’s that talent ain’t that rare.
So, there’s something out there that I know for a fact offers more security. I don’t know if it’s less pay or not, I’m guessing it is. But, with each passing year, I run a higher and higher risk of losing it all.
On the other hand, I’ve never played not to lose. But, I’d like to see what the other side is offering, at the least.
But enough generalities about work. The band’s kept me busy lately, too. We have two, count ’em, two gigs this Sunday, one in Cookville! Good thing it’s a Titans bye week.
Also, this is your first notice: X-Alt (including Ginger) will be playing another community coffeehouse at New Beginnings Fellowship on October 13th. Y’all have to come out, we’ve prepared a rockin’ set. I’ll bug you about it quite a bit more in the coming days.
I had an interesting parental situation come up yesterday, but I think I’ll put it in its own post. I’ve always had a fear that putting my kids in surrounings where their peers come from families with greater household incomes would haunt us. Never in my wildest dreams, though, did I imagine my nine year old daughter would one day be sobbing in the backseat of the car, grieving the general unfairness of life. Nine. I thought it would at least wait till middle school. The only good thing is that I went through this before they did, and I can guide them through these troubled waters.
I’ll give you a hint: it was a fundraising contest, and my daughter worked her butt off. But another kid’s parents simply wrote a thousand dollar check and bought the victory for their kid. Trillian knows I can’t do that. Her class would have won the contest, had it not been for the cheating-shortcut-takers. My kids’ school is chock full of kids of doctors and music industry types. I’m just a corporate code-slinger, and Lintilla does her job out of a sense of service, rather than for the measly pay.
Sorry, I don’t mean to unload this on y’all, but I’m just mad at myself (because I put my kids in this situation), and mad at the world. I’m taking the kids out to eat tonight, though, to celebrate their hard work, and my genius in passing another exam!
On a happier note, things are going well at the paid blogging gig, I’m getting more page views than I ever dreamed I would. And I’m only about a third of the way to where they want me to be. But, I’ve only been at it a little over a month, so I’d say I’m doing pretty well.
I’m really enjoying working with the smaller kids at church. I had put that gentle daddy role on the shelf long ago, and it’s good to get it out and try it on again. Not a single rolled eye or sarcastic remark. They are actually starting to trustme now. Their parents still look at me with suspicion. A man? Teaching small children? How do we know he isn’t a pedophile? (That’s the vibe I get, at least. Dang matriarchy).
Thanks for all the encouraging words about Lintilla’s upcoming surgery. I feel much less scared about it after reading your comments.
Well, that’s enough for now. I should have separated it into different posts, but it’s been so long, I figured I owed you a catch-up post.