5.17.2006

Summer considerations, A through S

My mom has an exceptionally low view of the blog medium, seeing in it nothing but an amplifier and sounding board of the ego. She has rejected my suggestion that people like to keep up with one another and know what other people are thinking and going through and the like since, if that were really the case, there are legion other media through which communication can be established, and all of them require some degree of mutual attention, as opposed to a blog's unique and singular focus on one individual. This, combined with the fact that I really never read my friends' more personal blogs, prompted me to made a conscious point when I started this thing of not turning it into one of "those blogs" that might be interpreted maternally as in any way reprehensible. In this pursuit I've met with varying degrees of success, hampered mostly by the facts that a) she's right and b) I'm full of myself.

I've actually been sitting on a fully typed-up and ready post in which I whine on and on about my electrical engineering related woes, but I've been holding off on while I weigh the restrictions above and the fact that I can't imagine reading that kind of a post on anybody else's blog against the allure of getting it out of my system. Life is hard when one doesn't have conversations on any deeper level than where people are planning on living next year. Though not as hard as it would be if one frequently did.

So, depending on the voice coming from over which shoulder wins out, you may or may not be hearing me whine about EE in the near future. But that doesn't matter, because that's not what this post is about. This post is about advice. Summer advice.

I present these facts for your consideration:

a) Brian is painting houses with Nathaniel in Bellingham.
b) They need another.
c) I can take the job if I want it.
d) I sooooooo want it.
e) Dude, it's Bellingham.
f) And Brian! And Nathaniel!
g) Michele and Emily are there too.
h) So are legions of other awesome people too numerous to count.
i) But I am completely and utterly incompetent, paint-wise.
j) Trim? What's trim?
k) No, I'm serious - the last time I had a job involving manual labour I regularly smashed up baseboards and stapled my thumb to things.
l) Okay, so I only stapled my thumb once.
m) But still.
n) I'm worried that I'd mess things up enough that they'd start to get a little ticked off at me and regret that they'd hired me.
o) Which would certainly be worse than not taking the job.
p) Furthermore, I have a standing offer from my current employer, Picaboo, to work here in Palo Alto over the summer.
q) And I would probably be able to continue working there indefinitely, though I don't actually know that.
r) Yes, it has been pointed out to me how ironic it is that I work for a photography/scrapbooking/publishing company. Deal with it.
s) 'q' is a funny letter.

So, then. Advise.


Music of the moment: Elvin Jones. Enough said.

3 Comments:

Blogger throughWaters said...

Rob. You can paint.
Don't think you can't. It's not true.

Nathaniel didn't mention it today, so I assume you haven't called him yet. There isn't any pressure from him, so give him a call and let him tell you about the job and what he's looking for in a worker so you have a better perspective on that whole option.

p.s. That's a great photo of me! Where'd you find it?

11:14 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Rob,

Emily and I appreiciate making the list! Wow. We are honored. Emily will be here all summer, and I'll be home all of August. So come home, and play with us... please?!?!?!?!

Oh, and we were listening to the "for michele" cd today, and thought of you.

11:10 PM  
Blogger Sapience said...

I'm curious--what did you decide?

8:10 AM  

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