Well, considering my new boss is a hippy chick, I thought this subject title would be appropriate.

Well, my friends, comrades in art, I feel another quote is appropriate. This time a literary one:

"It was the best of times; it was the worst of times."

The opening for a "A Tale of Two Cities" has always been appropriate when describing my life. So with that beginning I think it is appropriate to return to the start of my woes, January of this year.

I had been working for the MITRE Corporation, a quasi-government R&D company, stuck in PowerPoint hell, wasting away creatively. I had been searching for a new job for two years and finally found a shimmering hope of light, a new job with another corporation. They used the lure of more money to get me to jump ship. I am as big a whore as the next guy.

That job WAS A FIASCO! They totally bait and switched on me. They told me I would be the creative director in charge of a design team of a mid level designer and a junior one. When I started I discovered I was in charge of a design team, but one composed of me, myself, and I. It really sucked.

What sucked worse was the hours. I negotiated to work an early shift but some how my day kept getting longer and longer. They were working me like a dog. This would have been fine if I was my younger and more naive 20 something self, but I am 38 and have been around the block a few times.

So, push came to shove and I quit.

Follow this by 6 months of unemployment. The pros, being with my 2 year old daughter and finally successfully quitting smoking. The cons, being home all the time and no money.

But now I am back in the saddle again, but working for a charity. Very strange working for such a small company after being a cog in the corporate world for so long. But I am enjoying it.