It's Not a Stye in My Eye...

Have you ever lost a contact lens in your eye socket? I have and it happened again this morning. Every day I realize the risk of popping a round piece of plastic onto my eyeballs at 6:30 a.m. but I usually make out OK. For some reason, this morning was different and after popping in the left lens, it disappeared into the hallows of my head and just wouldn't come out. Last time this happened, it took about four days before it made itself out. How annoying!

And speaking of annoying, where have Corporate America's manners gone? As hard as I tried, it's no secret I'd been (notice, PAST tense) pursuing other opportunities in my career. In order to do this, I used vacation time, put miles on my car, stayed in hotels and ate. One potential employer asked me to do this TWICE. I followed up with thank you notes and more. The least an interviewer can do is send an acknowledgement when promised, even if it's "thanks, but no thanks!" I ended up invoicing one of the interviewers mileage for the second trip and received the check.

Everything happens for a reason, at least that's what I'm told. But, I have a feeling my career in tourism has peaked, which scares me because I don't know what else I can do. I took a chance at taking two steps back in order to advance down the road and it looks like that philosophy has failed.

For now, I'm staying put where I am. I've dropped my land line and Sarasota *sigh* cell number for a Tallahassee number. I've given up on my pursuit so I can figure out where my life is going and have resigned myself to liking it here (but I still miss the water). Guess it's time to get serious with writing the next great American novel...