so, possibilities...

I called my friend Gwen over at head office today to see if she could dig up some old files for me from the archive. She answers the phone in her usual breathy low, sexy voice and I get all flustered and excited just to hear her speak. We end up talking for half-an-hour about everything under the sun. Catching up on the latest happenings in Philly, new developments (and new struggles) at her house (a.k.a the neverending renovation project), her Visa/GreenCard issues, and the fact that she may have to be deported back to Canada until her paperwork is sorted out properly). Everytime I speak with her, it reminds me how much I miss having her around.

I'm gonna have to convince those folks at US Immigration not to give her her GreenCard so that she has to move back to Canada and hang out with me on a regular basis.

When we finally got to business, she handed the phone over to Scott while she went off in search of the files for me. Once he got on the line, I was greeted with a hearty "Whazzup, my bruthah?" Now, I should mention that Scott is a white guy, but can actually carry this off without looking or sounding silly. You know what I'm talking about - those white guys trying to sound like they're black. Thing is, Scott can pull it off. And that, let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, is not an easy thing to do. I think part of it has to do with the fact that he's not trying to sound 'black' or 'gangsta.' It's just Scott being himself, which is cool.

Anyway, he starts asking what's going on with me, career-wise and such, and I answer, "same-old, you know..." Truth is, I've been kind of in a down swing lately, wondering what I'm doing in this job and where I'm going with it. It's not so much the job, but more the politics and the fact that I'm no longer feeling very creatively challenged and that there seems to be very little room for learning and development within the current confines of the organization.

We've talked about the possibility of me moving to the US before and my desire to be a part of the expansion efforts. So he asks me if I'm open to relocating early. "I'm open to anything," I say. "I just need to get the hell outta here...soon!"

Turns out, he's been thinking about having me go over to head office and help out preparing for the next phase of expansion, and then travel from project to project until the Boston project (where I'd potentially like to end up) is ready for me. The only hurdle is that my current managers probably won't give the go-ahead for any of this, so I will need to be hired by the US organization before this can happen. He's going to try to talk to the big cheese in Boston to see if they can hire me early and thereby smuggle me into the US branch of the company.

Fingers crossed. Tightly.

After a week of sleepless, and very restless nights thinking about what to do with my life, hearing about the potential new possibilities sure cheered me up good.


Night of the Iguana :: The Cinematic Orchestra