That's It, Folks. I've Had Enough...
Of working for a temporary employment agency, that is!
HA! Working on my header draw-ins... Hope a few of you were concerned, or happy-- your perception of "gone" the pendulum. :D
Seriously, though-- I can't believe it's been THREE MONTHS since I started @ 'The Factory'.
but it has, saith the calendar gods (Chronos? Works for me...).
Today (well, officially yesterday-- doncha LOVE electronic aging?) I am officially a REAL boner-fide American statistic: Permanently Employed.
Six months down the road I can begin a a 401K/retirement fund.
In a year, Medical and Dental benefits. In two-- fully invested in profit-sharing.
Um.. well.. Well, yes. BUT... (ah, ALWAYS one o' them, ain't there? OK so not in Cygnus' personal life of late, mais that's a different blog...)
But those of you who've been here w/ My Song for a minute know the kicker:
I hope to never have to advantage the majority of these perks.
Oh, I'll probably join the 401K, especially if the co. matches dollar-for... And the dental and med will be okay (I never need either, but then the Spring is Sprunging, slowly but surely, from this chicke-- er, Bird), but... (wow, ANOTHER ONE! Only in writ, alas. Been so long since Cyg's seen the swan equiv of a goose that last time he stepped outside and the wind blew he got excited...)
But, folks, in 18 months I wanna be doing this:
in the Ozark hills.
I want to have more of THESE
and some o' THEMscattered not on a Bermuda-grass coffin-sized plunk, but on acres in them thar hills...
I want not to sling sheets of metal on and off carts all day, but to pitch hay into a dairy/meat goat pen.
I want to have an apiary (bee boxes), a rabbit hutch, a small water-worthy vessel to chase bream from. A screened-in porch whence guitar, mandolin, and bodhran are explored nightly.
FOUR SEASONS, I want.
I'm VERY FORTUNATE to have the employment security I do, given today's repressive economy. I understand that.
I also understand that IT IS NOT MY CALLING, the "punching in and punching out and sucking up to Bob..." way.
A local Farmer's market, where I can barter or trade (okay, i'll accept green paper. for now.) what I don't eat.
A pressure canner to dole away the remainder.
A wood-burning stove, and endless winter hours to ply my keyboard-smitten digits whilst, outside the window,
"the only other sound's the sweep
of frosty wind and downy flake..."
THAT'S what I want.
So, I AM greatful for the gift of today. And at the same time, hope that I can leave, when the time comes, on good terms with the Factory. Because what if no one ever buys (or, Heavens forbid no one PUBLISHES!) all these mental images I'm gonna keypad over those winters?
**dejectedly hangs head**
I'll be able to sloth back to the grind...
And begin anew...
Slainte, Blessed Folk!
Quilt, Rust Worsted Wholecloth, ca. 1820-40
12 hours ago
The word Chronos (Kronos) makes my spine bend in half and scream for mercy...
Been there - used that time clock.
Stay the course my friend!
My Sweetest of Cheeky ones, i get two conflicting mental images here..
Um, well, maybe not... On the negative side, depends on the moment's def. of "scream for mercy"; on the positive side, that bent-[kitty-stretch arched] spine...
Can a swan get goose-pimples?!?
Thanks for the encouragement, Lady Cheeks!
Good news for sure my man, regular pay is always a good thing when one has plans in his future. Ride the wave and get off when need be and go to them thar hills and tell us all about the peace that waits for you there. Leaves me thinking of my own place out there somewhere, someday......
Someday, Bullseye; someday...
I swear to God, some day...
Thanks for coming by, Bro.
As ALWAYS! :D
Take the cash while you can. I think some really funny stuff is going on.
Catman-- I ain't got no doubt about that, my man; none AT ALL...
i'll go after the green papers as long as I need them to finance some aspect of 'i'm outa here'. After that..
I'm Outa Here.
Thanks for swinging in, friend!
tis good news cygnus - when good news is hard to find.
to the dream *clicking glasses*
WOW! Cygnus is basking in the glow of all kinds of pretty-puppy newness!
Here's to the dream, lady!
Thanks so much for the kind words! Come again soon, i hope!
Congrats, Cygnus! Only work as long as you must to make those dreams a reality! Working for the man is the wrong kind of work.
Wow Cygnus! I can't believe how that garden has grown in such a short time. The green beans look great!
When I started reading Full time...I thought...awww nooo he gave up on going away from the rat race....but then I read further and am glad to see you still hold your dream close.
Good luck with the full time, Hope4 you will still find time to post a few things on your blog. :)
Good news on the work front, pump it for all ya got.. to get.. all ya can...lol. Then run like the wind to those hills.
Your description of what you want, made me dream too... tis what we want, only minus goats and add pigs...lol
Garden looks great hun, keep up the good work! :)
Hey Cygnus, don't scare a person like that!
I like to jump to conclusions, so of course I automatically assumed you were leaving your blog permanently. I am most relieved to find that you are not.:)
I'm happy for your permanent job status, it'll help you out with the preps and all.
Wow! the garden is amazing and coming along nicely.
Have a wonderful day and a great evening.
Until next time...
Lady Felinae-- that is exactly the reaction I was aiming for.. then got to thinking that a few might interpret that I was headed to the hills...
Sorry.. well, no; Can't say that since the desired efect was achieved-- but know this:
I couldn't hardly live if I didn't write, Lady. I'm not going ANYWHERE.
And am honored at your words; flattered and honored, Lady F!!!
Thanks for the visit!!
Overworked Mom-- it sure is the wrong kind of work for me...
Glad to have you over for a visit, Lady!
Thanks for the words...
Lydia-- Blog is never giong away from Cygnus' life-- you folk have come to mean too much. Seriously.
Thanks for the garden note! It's doing good... now if I can only keep that sneaky coffee-feind out of it... LOL!!!
Ah, what the heck. Let him eat lettuce...
not as sweet as cake, but I caint grow cake, so...
We'll have to work a barter; cheese for bacon... sound good??
KEEP DREAMING, my Canadian pagan Friend! It's what moves the world!!
Thank you for your every-day visits, E. Brightens me world...:D
Wow, your garden is growing crazy. I love it! And congrats on your new status. I was employed once. Then I wasn't. Then I was again, but then I saw my first paycheck and it kinda felt like being unemployed again, except for my bruised feet and swollen legs. But good for you. :-)
Good for me, Ash, and then NOT.
Kinda like that paycheck.
I don't belong HERE. I should be in RENO...
Alas, you goddamned women simply REFUSE to take on a REAL MAN.
I simply canna fathom
well sorry you aren't heading out NOW but getting started has a lot of unexpected expenses - better to get $$ while you can. May I recommed some good bandaids too ;) Then, once you move maybe you can be more selective - beans or corn or maybe tomatoes, much better working conditions aren't they?
Stephanie-- the expenses continue, eh? First, band-aids...
Next-- a new can opener!
Aboutthe same cost, per unit, @ wally-world, so, long as I'm in the big city, may as well invest!!!
Best of Healing thoughts your way, Steph...
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