A New Job (Maybe)

I've been out in the job market for the last couple of months. A few observations:

• I don't like selling things, especially not me!
• There are way, way too many head hunters out there
• Monster is a really cool site, but their job agents really don't get the job done
• Clicking the "Apply Now" button on company websites is actually kinda fun
• Job interviews are not as scary as they were two years ago. There's maturity for you.

I've had a couple of real interviews, one resulting in disappointment as the position wasn't actually approved yet, and they couldn't actually hire for it. The other interview ended a little more fruitfully with an offer to come back for a second interview. Last time it was with a hiring manager and a VP, this time its with another VP and the CFO. Eek!

I'm going to be spending the weekend reading all 100+ pages of financial statements from last annual report of said gajillion dollar company. I'm not nervous. Yet.

Kaleidoscope

Color possesses me. There is no need to seize it. It possesses me. I know. Here is the meaning of the happy moment: color and I are one.

~ Paul Klee

What color do you think summer is?

I think its pink, like the watermelon pink shirt my co-worker wore today. The rest of the year people wear societally approved, sleep inducing business colors, but summer sprouts a blaze of pink. Like a perennial flower, these garments bloom brightly, and then wilt into cedar filled closets.

But maybe its teal, like the color of the ocean on a warm day. Lapis lazuli toned, with the sun glinting off the surface, its a dynamic, living color. The sea mirrors the color of the sky above, and richens with the bloom of life-giving algae.

Perhaps summer is the deep orange of the sun as it sets in the mountains on a hazy day. Its a color which demands somber attention, recognition of the energy bestowed upon the earth for a day. As the sun's rays lose their grasp late into the day, it becomes a color which warms and relaxes while still reminding of the heat-enforced lazy day gone by.

Its too cold to watch the moon rise in the winter... so maybe the color of summer is the cool white light of the rising moon that I watch, and the intermittant glow of fireflies in the night. Bright white sparklers abound in July, burning one's cursive name into the night darkness.

How about brown... the rich brown of the earth stuck to my garden trowel, earth stuck in the cleats of my shoes, earth tracked across the clean kitchen floor? Bits of decomposing mulch blend with peat moss and the roots of last year's basil, blending color into an ever changing shade of brown.

Then there is delicious yellow, the color of the fresh corn we eat from the farmer's market. The light, almost white yellow disappears in the boiling water, and resurrects, as if kissed by the sun. The creamy yellow butter we spread onto the corn melts into cracks and drips off the corn onto our fingers, christening us with the flavor of summer.

What color do you think summer is?