June 8, 2011

I have a career dilemma and I have a song stuck in my head dilemma.  Obviously one is stressful (exciting?) and one is annoying ®  [what do you do with a drunken sailor…] The entire 3 people I told in the world (about the career dilemma) all encouraged me to sit down and write out the pros and cons of both career paths. [put him in the longboat til he’s sober, put him in the longboat til he’s sober, put him in the longboat til he’s sober, earl-aye in the morning…] to which I said pffft, watched some tv-went to bed and dreamt I forgot my birthday (yeah, I know I’m nuts).   This morning however I realized I might want to think some things through and maybe play a wee bit of career tag [put a live lobster in his trousers, put a live lobster in his trousers, put a live lobster in his trousers, earl-aye in the morning…]. 

So, as you may or may not know (or care) I have been working as a self employed (aka frakked) person for quite some time now.  I would bring up taxes but they literally give me hives.  I think about it…and poof—a hive.  [shave his belly with a rusty razor, shave his belly with a rusty razor, shave his belly with a rusty razor, earl-aye in the morning…] so I will just keep singing the song in my head to keep the hives away.   Anywhoodle, no kidding, there I was yesterday and I received what can only be described as a verbal job offer.  but not from the big company; from a contractor.  I say hmmmmmm.  What does someone do?  Well—here goes the pro/con listing:

Big Company/Independent Contracting vs. New Contractor

Screw it; both options are difficult and there is too much work to do to spend time thinking or worrying about what “may” be offered.

 

For your viewing pleasure please feel free to sing along to the song that WILL BE STUCK IN YOUR HEAD.

Intro:

What’ll we do with a drunken sailor,

What’ll we do with a drunken sailor,

What’ll we do with a drunken sailor,

Earl-aye in the morning?

Chorus:

Weigh heigh and up she rises

Weigh heigh and up she rises

Weigh heigh and up she rises

Earl-aye in the morning

Ending Chorus:

That’s what we do with a drunken Sailor,

That’s what we do with a drunken Sailor,

That’s what we do with a drunken Sailor,

Earl-aye in the morning

Traditional verses:

1. Shave his belly with a rusty razor,(x3)

2. Put him in the long boat till he’s sober,(x3)

3. Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him.(x3)

4. Put him in bed with the captain’s daughter.(x3)

Song Pattern:song starts with the intro it then proceeds to the Chorus then it follows following pattern

Verse 1 (x3),Earl-aye in the morning?,chorus,

Verse 2 (x3),Earl-aye in the morning?,chorus,

Verse 3 (x3),Earl-aye in the morning?,chorus,

Verse 4 (x3),Earl-aye in the morning?, chorus

Ending Chorus

Thats what we do with a drunken sailor

Additional verses:

5. Beat him with a cat ’til his back is bleedin’

6. Put him in the bilge and make him drink it

7. Truss him up with a runnin’ bowline.

8. Give ‘im a dose of salt and water.

9. Stick on ‘is back a mustard plaster.

10. Send him up the crow’s nest till he falls down,

11. Tie him to the taffrail when she’s yardarm under,

12. Soak ‘im in oil ’til he sprouts a flipper.

13. Put him in the guard room ’til he’s sober.

14. That’s what we’ll do with the drunken sailor.

15. Shave his balls with a rusty razor.

Variations:

1+. Keep him there and make ‘im bale ‘er.

2a. Pull out the plug and wet him all over,

3a. Shave his back with a rusty razor.

4a. Give ‘im a taste of the bosun’s rope-end.

6a. Heave ‘im by the leg with a runnin’ bowline.

Variation Of Chorus:

Hoo-ray and up she rises,

Hoo-ray and up she rises,

Hoo-ray and up she rises,

Earl-aye in the morning

 

ugh

So, I’ve seen it happen in movies. At my last employer I remember being in a meeting and finding out my beloved office manager had been laid off. That sucked.
But today has been different. Today a bunch of people are being laid off. Like the kind of lay offs I’ve seen in movies. You have a security escort and 5 minutes to pack your things.
And the very mood of this place hurts me. My close sarcastic coworker tells me I emote too much, feel too much. I glare at him until he admits to being a robot.
I am emotive, I am very in tune with my feelings. That empathy is my strength…and my weakness.
Please let me make it through today. And yes, I mean emotionally. I’ve been told I’m not in danger…but really, who knows?