I am sitting on pins and needles.  Have been for a week now and it’s UNCOMFORTABLE.  You see, I hate my job.  I am grateful that I am actually employed at all in today’s economy, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.  I don’t actually mind what I do for a living (I’m a buyer for a very large airplane/aerospace business – makes planes, name rhymes with “going”), I hate doing it here right now.  Here being St. Louis, MO.  I have been here for nearly 4 years now and I have hated every single second of it.  The people here are ridiculous and it was made very clear to me in the beginning of June that the only way to get ahead here was to kiss management ass.  Which I am SO not going to do.  So I called my old manager in Houston, TX, in tears, and asked if I could come home.  She put a job requisition in the system the following day (with a relocation package on it too!  score!!) and I applied.  I had to actually interview for the position (stupid HR rules) and am competing for the job with 3 other people.  The interview was last Thursday and I was told the decision would be announced in 2 to 3 weeks.

Hence the pins and needles.

I want to go home.  I’ve lived a lot of places, but Houston is what I consider home.  It’s been my favorite place to live.  Near the ocean, green and pretty, never gets ridiculously cold.  Plus, the job is just so much better there.  It’s supporting the space program (the International Space Station to be specific) and I love it.

So, keep me in your thoughts.  I need this job so I can get out of this miserable town and job.