My October put an end to evil
Those of you who know me know that the last year has been a rough one. That all seems to be changing this October, though, as the changing of seasons marks the changing of fortune. When I say “changing of seasons,” I mean it figuratively, of course, because Florida doesn’t really have those.
October is normally a great time of year anyway. It signifies baseball’s postseason and the time of the football schedule when the contenders start to separate from the pretenders. October means the return of The Walking Dead, haunted houses, and inappropriately risqué Halloween costumes. It’s the time of year when, just as Jesus changed water to wine, everything edible becomes pumpkin. October means it’s finally socially acceptable for me to gorge myself on candy corn all day long. If those lazy guys at Brach’s would get around to making pumpkin-flavored candy corn, the circle would be complete.
This October I also ran my first ever 5K. This was a big deal because generally I the only time I run is when trying to get out of the rain. In this case, I ran in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure because it was important for me to honor and celebrate one year cancer-free for a survivor who means a lot to me. When I say “ran,” though, I really mean more of a walk/run. Okay, I don’t want to get into what the ratio of walking to running was, but the point is that it’s the most I’ve run in at least 15 years. Running in the race taught me a lot — mostly that 5 kilometers is actually pretty far. I also learned of the existence of a ligament in my hip joint that had heretofore gone unnoticed prior to loudly announcing its presence at the race.
Perhaps the most life-changing and fortune-changing event of October happened to me on Friday. It was my last day at the Evil Law Firm. To understand what it was like at the Evil Law Firm, just picture any scene from 24. Imagine the clock ticking while the CTU staff scrambles to avert a catastrophe at the last second while Jack Bauer grabs you by the collar and screams in your face “Damn it, we don’t have time!” The Evil Law Firm was basically like that all day every day, and for me work days were from 8:00-ish to around 7:00 or 8:00 at night, not counting the phone calls and text messages from my Evil Boss that I would get at midnight.
Even without the high stress level, the legal field — let alone managing the entire plaintiff operation — was definitely not in my wheelhouse. When your boss’s biggest complaints about you are that you’re too nice and too honest, it could be an indication that you’re working the wrong place. I don’t know if my new job is going to be the perfect career for me, but I know that I will spend significantly less time at work fantasizing about hanging myself from the rafters, so that’s a start.
I don’t know what the rest of the year will bring, but for the first time in a while I’m excited to find out. With a new job, a healed hip and a heaping bowl of candy corn, I’m ready to take on whatever the future has in store.
Your Song of the Day: “Getting Better” by the Beatles
Update 12/07/13: Never mind. November sucked bad enough to erase any of the good that came from October. My bad.