I was notified today that I’ll be laid off on March 2nd, 2007. After 7 years of working in the same job, that’s a little scary. I have severance, COBRA, can collect unemployment and all of that, so it could be much worse. But it still feels unlike any “end” I’ve ever experienced.
With school you have an expectation of it ending at a certain time. Even when Grandma died, I prepared myself for it. But with this, even though the job was always tenuous, it began to feel like I was on the battlefield and even though there were bullets flying everywhere, we wouldn’t get hit, we were safe. Well, we are not safe. But maybe that’s OK. I mean, that’s definitely not what I want on my tombstone…
Here Lies Ed Kraay
He went to school, then worked for Metro One, then he died.
He led a real safe life.
No gut’s no glory right? I definitely don’t want to end up like the guys in this cartoon:
With that in mind, maybe it is good I am forced out of the next, to do something else, something great. I could go back to school, start my own company, or even just get a job as a PM at a growing company. If nothing else, perhaps I’ll get a pay raise.
So, I’m cobbling together the first resume I’ve filled out in years, and trying to cram 7 years of job experience into one pithy page. If anyone knows of an opening for a program or project manager, let me know.
Kei and I took a trip to San Jose last weekend. We visited Kei’s niece and nephew, Eryk and Carolyne, while their parents went to a holiday party. Before they left, Tomi, Kei and the children and I went to the local ice skating rink for their ice skating lessons. Here is a video of the peaceful scene as half of the San Jose population under 10 years old was there, trying to put on their skates for the first time.
Seattle was dusted with a couple of inches of snow today. The photo to the right shows Kei’s footprints leading to the bus stop. Roads are very icy today. Luckily I only need to walk a mile to work. Otherwise I’d need to stay home with a steaming cup of coffee and my slippers on. Wait…the sidewalks look pretty ice too…
Kei and I took Jordan out for Shabu Shabu. Shabu Shabu is a dinner where you are forced to cook your own food. It’s called shabu shabu, because of the sound your flesh makes when you get too close to the fire cone emanating from the pot.
I’m sold on Nuun. No, it’s not a swedish nun. It’s these little tablets you drop in water to make it into gatorade. It’s sugarfree, portable, and helps you avoid dehydration. I take them when I sail. I used to have to take bottles of gatorade. Not only was it annoying to have to stock up on the sugary swill, but it was heavy. Now I can drop a few tablets of Nuun in regular half liter water bottles during a race, and I avoid the post-race headache. And they come in these waterproof tubes (like airborne).