How I Get to Work

So, yes most mornings I feel a little like Maxwell Smart when I get to work. Security gate, other gate with surveillance camera, security doors, regular doors, two alarm systems (with different codes), more locked doors (one which shrieks when opened), and then a call to security to let them know I made it in safely.

And like Max, my job usually involves attempting to keep the evil minions of kaos from taking over the world (or at least this small underground piece of it). Perhaps more on that later.

And I do promise a return to some real knitting content soon. There are FOs to show off.

No More Secrets

Good grief, where did I disappear to for four months?! Well, into a hole in the ground and behind a veil of secrecy. Interestingly, the two have nothing to do with one another (or with our Vice President).

The New Job

I LOVE it! What's not to love for an introverted librarian about working in an underground bunker processing books. There are only two of us here, and our jobs are unrelated (or at least un-intertwined) enough that we don't really interact much in the course of the day. Ahhhh bliss. M is thrilled to have me come home from work at the end of the day not completely exhausted by a) dreadful working conditions and/or b) dreadful human interactions. We can actually have a social life.

Boss is truly wonderful, which makes it just that much better.

Which also makes THE SECRET a little harder to deal with.

The Secret

We're moving to Tucson, AZ. In less than a month we and our stuff will be in transit to the desert. We are thrilled, terrified, nervous, and a little overwhelmed at the whole idea.

We have known since March that this could be a possibility, but we couldn't say anything to anyone, especially with me in the middle of a job search. Yes, I was a little uncomfortable searching for a job here knowing there was a possibility we'd be moving this fall, but I needed a job, and there was also a very good possibility we WOULDN'T be moving in the fall. So search I did, and then, on my 2-month anniversary, as M was home rather excitedly preparing her letter of resignation, I told my boss (with slightly less glee) that I would have to leave in two months (my last day being just four months and two days after my first day).

Why? M has a great new position with what seems like a fantastic church.

More to come in future posts. I promise I will be better now that the secret's out. Well, at least until I get frantic over the packing.