I know, I’ve been lax in blogging here and mostly posting pop culture silliness over at Faster Than the Blog.

I have no excuse.

I will tell you that I LOVE being retired from the Air Force.  I didn’t realize how stressed out I was, worrying about my people being deployed, worrying about ME being deployed, just worrying in general.  I’m still worried about finding a job, but not much yet, and it’s nothing like being in uniform.  There’s an overall feeling of a huge relaxing exhale that isn’t going away, it just keeps getting better.
We’re living in a house that we’re going to buy as soon as I have a job good enough to make the mortgage broker calm the hell down.  She’s kind of a spaz.  But we like the house.  Only about 1000 sq/ft in the main house but the basement is fully finished, including another kitchen and we’ve taken over the “Family Room” as our Master Bedroom, including fireplace thank you very much.  Greedy?  Ummm, yeah, but I’m paying for it so, Boyo needs to get over not getting the whole thing as “his” room.  He got the master bedroom on the main floor, he should be happy enough.

The job search goes on.  I know I have an eclectic set of skills, but I figured that some of them would have attracted one of the ginormous companies in town by now.  I think part of the problem is that they think they know I’ll only work for them until something better opens up.  Either that, or they know that on average, most military retirees only work at their first job after the military for about six months before they find their actual second career.

I’ve got LOTS of offers to sell stuff.  I guess we make good salesmen or something, plus, we’re not known for our felony convictions so we can get all sorts of certificates and legal standing with minimal research since most military folks already have at least a Secret security clearance.  I used to be really good at sales back in a previous life, I just don’t like it.  Besides, 90% of them are sales jobs where most of my work/profit goes to my boss and the company in some Multi-Level-Marketing scheme that no bank in the world will accept as a “real job.”  I’ve been avoiding/ignoring most Government jobs mostly because…23 years is enough for anyone dontcha think?  And they really don’t want to start me off at the level of responsibility or pay that I just left.  I don’t expect to be managing the first day, but at the same time, I don’t expect to be doing entry level silliness either.
Mostly I’m thinking it’s just really good to be home.  Chicagoland is where my Mom and my Sister live but it hasn’t been home for the longest time.  Being five minutes from our daughter and her husband just plain rocks.