Oh, You!

Remember that managing partner who told me I should abandon my nursing infant to attend a firm-sponsored, out-of-town social event because I am not a single mother and if my husband can't help then my parents should be able to? Despite this we have a bit of a personal relationship because my dad wrote him a letter of recommendation for a judgeship not too long ago (he didn't get it). The guy does remind me of my dad so I guess I can say I sort of understand him, even if I think he is trapped in a prior century. But anyway, I decided to tell him in person that I got the new job. He made a lot of facial expressions that looked a lot like wringing of one's hands, but he was pretty neutral about the news. Then he asked me if my dad knew about this. Or "approved"? Or something weird like that. I'm thinking, I'm almost 40 years old, I don't ask my dad for permission to make life changes. But who am I kidding?

No, just kidding. (I admit I did seek some help with the salary negotiation process, but my dad was pretty unhelpful.) I think I said to the partner that "I try not to let my dad have that kind of input." I don't even know what I was trying to say. I guess I was so shocked by the question. Somehow, still, at this point with this guy.

Anyway, thought I would share some more of the current job dysfunction. Oh, how I wonder what I'll be wading into at the new place! I start November 30th. I offered to start the 23rd but my new boss will likely still be in trial that begins the week before. Only five more days at the old gig. So awesome! And then two whole weeks off, including the days before Thanksgiving. I can't wait. Though I wish, yet again, that we were renters instead of homeowners because there's a shitload of house chores on my to-do list. Progress report in a bit...