March 01, 2004

Serious Kibbles and Loopy Bits

This morning I get to spend my time dashing to the airport to pick up my express package visa, then stand in a line (or should I call it a queue?) forever at the embassy to try to get a work permit stamped into my passport. I am prepared to beg, cry, plead, and above all, to take residence there until said passport is stamped. It is the final bit of work needed in order to get myself to my new job.

Ironically, just as my success comes in, a fight with my family comes in also. A few misunderstandings forms the basis, but above all is this: they don't understand that my job is who I am. I have said it before on my site, and I say it again now-I am a pretty screwed up individual. My job becomes the cornerstone of what drives and defines me. And I know it's not right, I know a job is just a job. I have learned myself from personal experience that a job doesn't give a fuck about me, I'm just a resource to be used and abused.

I am working on this. I know that my job isn't me, but a job gives me something to quiet the noise and the hatred of everthing else that I am. I am looking for other things to base myself on. Maybe I have found them, maybe I haven't, but believe me when I say...I know this is a problem. But I can't fix it just yet.

That's my kibbles. Now for my bits. You know...it's March 1 today. March 1. March-month of Ides, St. Patrick's Day, and the ability to change our clocks. And while for many people it means they get to flip a calendar page today, for me it means something more.

1 month until my 30th birthday.

That's right.
On April 1 (go ahead, make the jokes) I will be 30.

It didn't affect me, really. It was just a date. Until last week they showed the "Friends" episode where Rachel turns 30 (we're a little bit behind on the shows here in Sweden). And they made such a big deal out of it. Like it was a key part of some kind of life plan or something (when the truth is, the "Friends" actors came and went from 30 a long time ago). But in this episode, they had all these goals: married by 30, kids by 35, careers, blah blah blah. And X Partrner Unit turns to me and says "You know, you're Ross. You're the Ross in this situation". (Ross was married and divorced twice before he was 30.) I turned back to him and said, "No honey. I imagine we won't be divorced before then."

And we laughed ruefully, smiling at each other.

Best Friend told me that I will then officially be out of the attractive range, as he goes for women under 30. That's his choice, but the women under 30 tend to be in the "settling down phase", so he'd better do the engagement ring shopping early (this said by Helen, who currently has such a loud biological clock that she can't even hear the TV anymore.)

What'll I have at 30? Well, if the embassy visits, etc go well, then I will be in the UK. I will be at Dream Job. Hopefully, I will have found a flat to live in by then.

In other words, I will be starting over completely from scratch, complete with eating my meals hovering over the kitchen sink and needing to buy a complete collection of seasonal nail polishes again.

I'll take it slowly, but for now, the fact that 30 is one month away hangs over my head, making it buzz around inside my brain.

30. Wow.

-H.

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