I have no idea what the hell I'm going to do, employment-wise. We have one car, and "downtown" Morristown (within walking distance) appears to mostly consist of banks, spas (if I wanted a manicure (which I don't, for the record), I'd have plenty of choices), and restaurants. There is, however, a relatively large complex of sorts called "Headquarters Plaza", which is home to my gym, a Hyatt hotel, a 10-screen movie theater, a swanky looking bar called SM23 (perhaps this is where people go for fun?), and some offices in the upper levels of the building. I have to research what some of these companies might be, as they're probably my best bet in the short term.
If you were to walk through the lobby of the hotel, or enter through any other doors for that matter, you might be confused by the presence of security guards sprinkled throughout. I know I was. The first time I went in the building, I walked up, looked through the window, and saw a security booth. I figured, since I was looking for the gym, this had to have been the wrong entrance, so I kept walking until I found another entrance that seemed more likely to get me where I wanted to go. Anywho, I found the gym, which is less than a football field's length from the movie theaters, which is within stumbling distance of the bar mentioned above, and so on. All under one roof! I found a couple of security stations, near each set of elevators. Some of the folks going up the elevators had to show passes (or so it seemed) to the guards, so I figure the guards are there to keep rowdy drunkards and hotel guests from going upstairs and wandering about whichever businesses rent those floors, letting in only actual employees.
And since they all seemed relatively nicely dressed, with ties and such, this is where I'll look first.
I'm hoping there's something unusual up there, though, as my job in Portland was wonderful in that neckwear was not only unnecessary, it was usually jeered and made fun of. That, and my boss's orange sneakers.
The lack of a social life out here has taught me how to conserve funds, though, which is a good lesson for me. I've always been more of a grasshopper than an ant, if you recall the fable, but less and less so now ... I saved up a little cash before leaving PDX, but after buying some new stuff (a printer, a couch, a new TV, a GPS ... stuff I "need", ahem), the funds are dwindling. My dreams of working at home remain a possibility, however distant, but I'm starting to go a little stir crazy these days. On the plus side, I get a lot more sleep than I have in years, AND I get to listen to Howard almost in his entirety every morning. On the negative side, no income, no social interaction until Nicole comes home, no new friends ... And, despite how much I play, it turns out I suck at every single video game I own, and can barely manage to get past most levels (you name the game, this applies to all of them) unless I spend a couple of hours trying and re-trying.
If you were to walk through the lobby of the hotel, or enter through any other doors for that matter, you might be confused by the presence of security guards sprinkled throughout. I know I was. The first time I went in the building, I walked up, looked through the window, and saw a security booth. I figured, since I was looking for the gym, this had to have been the wrong entrance, so I kept walking until I found another entrance that seemed more likely to get me where I wanted to go. Anywho, I found the gym, which is less than a football field's length from the movie theaters, which is within stumbling distance of the bar mentioned above, and so on. All under one roof! I found a couple of security stations, near each set of elevators. Some of the folks going up the elevators had to show passes (or so it seemed) to the guards, so I figure the guards are there to keep rowdy drunkards and hotel guests from going upstairs and wandering about whichever businesses rent those floors, letting in only actual employees.
And since they all seemed relatively nicely dressed, with ties and such, this is where I'll look first.
I'm hoping there's something unusual up there, though, as my job in Portland was wonderful in that neckwear was not only unnecessary, it was usually jeered and made fun of. That, and my boss's orange sneakers.
The lack of a social life out here has taught me how to conserve funds, though, which is a good lesson for me. I've always been more of a grasshopper than an ant, if you recall the fable, but less and less so now ... I saved up a little cash before leaving PDX, but after buying some new stuff (a printer, a couch, a new TV, a GPS ... stuff I "need", ahem), the funds are dwindling. My dreams of working at home remain a possibility, however distant, but I'm starting to go a little stir crazy these days. On the plus side, I get a lot more sleep than I have in years, AND I get to listen to Howard almost in his entirety every morning. On the negative side, no income, no social interaction until Nicole comes home, no new friends ... And, despite how much I play, it turns out I suck at every single video game I own, and can barely manage to get past most levels (you name the game, this applies to all of them) unless I spend a couple of hours trying and re-trying.
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