One Day More

One more day.... that's all I have until the movers arrive and I am transported to DC and my role at Atlas Economic Research Foundation. Working for freedom and liberty.

One day more.... I can hear Valjean and Cosette singing those words in Les Miserables. And Marius and Eponine. And everyone.

One more day.... will we ever meet again?
One day more... another day, another destiny.

One more day.... tomorrow I'll be world's away.

At the barricades of freedom, when our ranks begin to form, will you take your place with me?

The time is now, the day is here.

One day to a new beginning.

Raise the flag of freedom high.

One more dawn.

One more day.

One day more.

Day Dreaming about my Dream Day Job

Who could have guessed that the process of accepting and then arriving at my dream job would be so convoluted? Not me, that's for sure.

From those first conversations in Miami through this very moment, I have known exactly where I wanted to be, exactly where I needed to be, and exactly what my dream job would look like. It's been the rocky trail from that first conversation through this moment that has been the challenge. And I'm still not THERE, not physically anyway. I am certainly there in spirit, in desire, in hope, in emails, by title and in my dreams. But I am not there, I am in Albuquerque..

...daydreaming in the midst of stacked and taped boxes, wrapped furniture and rolled rugs, while my enthusiastic colleagues work cheerfully at their desks in the decorated offices at Atlas.

What's wrong with this picture? I'm not in it!

I am supposed to be there, in the picture so to speak. But I am waiting for a moving van that is headed my way from Tennessee and due to arrive on Wednesday (originally Friday or Sunday). And I am working online and by phone, but it's just not the same. I want to be THERE! In my office. With my colleagues. Sheesh, this is nuts.

My dream job is waiting for me to arrive. And here I am in Albuquerque.

At least I can day dream until I am really there.

DC - Shaken, not stirred

So this CA girl is heading to DC and it appears DC is getting ready, but with a 3.9 quake last week, I am hoping that all preparations are now complete.

A little shaken up, but still DC, and with another redhead in our nation's capitol you can be certain the shakin's not over.

I can hardly wait.

License Plate Blues

It's official. I'm headed East. The Atlas Team has invited me to join them (again) and I am both ecstatic and grateful! Honestly, I couldn't be much more excited.

In fact, right now there is only one thing that might be more exciting, and it's suddenly become unattainable to me. That's right, an impossible goal, the Don Quixote moment that will never come.

All I have wanted (beyond the job of my dreams, which I now have!), was a DC license plate. You know, the one that says in big bold letters "Taxation Without Representation". I love that plate...and not for display in DC, but to make a statement wherever I drive because the statement rings true in all 50 states, not just the obvious District of Columbia (where residents do not have a vote).

But is the Holy Grail of pre-pressed license plate messaging to be mine?!? NO!

Why, you ask? Why can’t I have the license plate of my dreams?

Because I will be living in Arlington, Virginia. In Courthouse, Arlington, Virginia to be exact. Where the license plate is framed in autumn leaves (or some other ridiculously gaudy non-messaging design).

And almost worse, I won't have time to get the fabulous and newly designed New Mexico centennial plates (2012), with turquoise background, yellow lettering and a red-centered Zia proudly displayed in the middle. I’m moving to VA so I can’t have this one either.

So, I'm dancing in the halls about my job, but there will be no bouncing in the driver’s seat of my still Utah-licensed car.

I'm moving to DC Virginia, and I've got the License Plate Blue-uues.

Ohhhh yeahhhh.