The New & Unproved Work/Job/Career Thread

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

Congrats!

[doug rr]

congrats trag...post a pic of your casual business vest you'll be wearing

[Bi_3]

After four interviews I’ve provisionally obtained a 2.5 year federal fellowship. We need to negotiate whether or not I’d actually have to move a couple hours away, or if I could make this work remotely. I want this opportunity so bad but permanent relocation is not in the cards. We shall see.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Congratulations!

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

did you get fired already?

[E.H. Ruddock]

Congrats trag!

[pepperwhiteMFC]

I SAID WE SHALL SEE

Of course, but congratulations!

[BurtReynolds]

Congrats on being fired for not relocating.

[spike]

How does Mrs Trag feel about a potential relocation? Or doesn’t she know yet.

[The Argonaut]

work/job/career update:

I am no longer a librarian. I now work in a factory. Please adjust your perception of me accordingly

[Jorge]

What kind of factory?

[spike]

A knowledge factory

[BurtReynolds]

Do you use a hammer?

[E.H. Ruddock]

Toothpick factory. They needed someone to count the toothpicks to make sure the right amount are in each package.

[The Argonaut]

I won't be using a hammer. I will be using a computer

(I haven't actually started yet, still a few weeks out. I just liked the idea of the italics in that post and didn't want to forget it)

[doug rr]

I won't be using a hammer. I will be using a computer

(I haven't actually started yet, still a few weeks out. I just liked the idea of the italics in that post and didn't want to forget it)

will you be eating lunch with the other factory workers or go out on your own? congrats btw

[The Argonaut]

i'm not sure, doug. what do you think i should do?

[doug rr]

i'm not sure, doug. what do you think i should do?

feel them out first and get a lay of the land