Twice in the last three days, loose acquaintances have indicated that I might soon change careers. Now, I don't think I wear my job unhappiness on my sleeve, or as my title indicated, my shirt, so how do they know? The first was my old neighbor who Michelle still babysits for occasionally, who called to tell her not to come the next morning. He was talking about how this is probably just a starter job and I'll probably change careers real soon. This was after I simply said "well" when he asked how my job was.
The other was my dentist, who spoke to the hygienist about me as if I weren't in the chair being worked on. He said "he's probably going to change jobs once he finds out what kind of career he wants, and there's a good chance it won't be the one he has now." It was odd being referred to as I was right there.
They're probably right. I just thought it was very coincidental.
Tonight I have to attend Lenertz's retirement party. I think there will be a strange melange of people there. Last time I had dinner with him, in April, it was him, me, Justin Sisul, Mary something from class of 91, Stephanie Creed and Renee Speck. Very random group. Hope it's fun. But I'm exhausted so I don't think I'll stay for what the invitation promises as "dancing."
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