Direction
So today at work I got the latest of many comments which, while varying in semantics, all boil down to the sentiment that I should be in the teaching profession. I often wonder about pursuing education as a possible career path, though I am loathe to use the expression. I love the art of film, I love the meaning and process of film, I love the physical act of filmmaking. Film is such a deep, red passion for me that I feel as if I would be betraying something, probably not the least a floating-leaf-on-a-river's-surface tendency, were I do abandon it for a perhaps more suitable, definitely less enjoyable, but undeniably more plausible future. It is a canny genital, this problem is.
Mary Jane, one of the heads of education at the ol' Center, recently rescued a clutch of kittens out of a junkyard near her home, and I adopted one of them for me ma, knowing her utter enfatuation with the little loaves of fur (ap. Lore). MJ was calling it Direction, due to four tortoiseshell spots on its head (it is otherwise wholly white save the tail and a spot on its back), which I suppose could be construed as the point of a compass, but I think that speaks more to the namer than to the namee. It could just as easily be the "4" side of a die. You could call the thing Pip.
She hasn't named it yet. She's leaning toward Chapeau, ha HA ha, though she won't be able to make a final call on the subject until Gene comes over and talks to it. Apparently, cats tell the guy what their names are. Two of his cats are named Battleship Gray and Smudge. I leave this statement hanging, as it were, too kind to swat it out of the air as violently as I could.
I've been offered a better paying job, possibly, after the holidays. Closer to home, too, which will be nice considering I'll be driving more once I'm back in school. This is all assuming I take the job. Yes, considerably more money; yes, nicer position; yes, closer to home; but the real things that are affecting my decision here have nothing to do with such 21st century claptrap. An employee of the place I work, a rather high-up employee, recommended me, went to bat for me, and I've been doing a lot of good work there. I'd like to think I've represented the guy well and justified his recommendation, but to leave now might be considered disrespectful, even ungrateful. On the other hand, I have been doing a lot of good work there, and I don't always feel so fantastically recognized for it. Perhaps I deserve a bump up in my field. Perhaps it's time I got my due. WHEN'S GON' BE MY TIME???
At any rate, there's much to think on, if nothing else. Let the pondering begin.
Personally, I'm leaning toward Stand, because that what it does.
Mary Jane, one of the heads of education at the ol' Center, recently rescued a clutch of kittens out of a junkyard near her home, and I adopted one of them for me ma, knowing her utter enfatuation with the little loaves of fur (ap. Lore). MJ was calling it Direction, due to four tortoiseshell spots on its head (it is otherwise wholly white save the tail and a spot on its back), which I suppose could be construed as the point of a compass, but I think that speaks more to the namer than to the namee. It could just as easily be the "4" side of a die. You could call the thing Pip.
She hasn't named it yet. She's leaning toward Chapeau, ha HA ha, though she won't be able to make a final call on the subject until Gene comes over and talks to it. Apparently, cats tell the guy what their names are. Two of his cats are named Battleship Gray and Smudge. I leave this statement hanging, as it were, too kind to swat it out of the air as violently as I could.
I've been offered a better paying job, possibly, after the holidays. Closer to home, too, which will be nice considering I'll be driving more once I'm back in school. This is all assuming I take the job. Yes, considerably more money; yes, nicer position; yes, closer to home; but the real things that are affecting my decision here have nothing to do with such 21st century claptrap. An employee of the place I work, a rather high-up employee, recommended me, went to bat for me, and I've been doing a lot of good work there. I'd like to think I've represented the guy well and justified his recommendation, but to leave now might be considered disrespectful, even ungrateful. On the other hand, I have been doing a lot of good work there, and I don't always feel so fantastically recognized for it. Perhaps I deserve a bump up in my field. Perhaps it's time I got my due. WHEN'S GON' BE MY TIME???
At any rate, there's much to think on, if nothing else. Let the pondering begin.
Personally, I'm leaning toward Stand, because that what it does.
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