After two weeks of mostly-working-from-home-due-to-illness, I'm actually in the office today. Not that it's much different working here than at home. But I have three weeks left in my contract and I feel it behooves me to be here as much as possible. I am a good worker and a good employee, but your average American corporation doesn't really see that unless one's on the spot. And it would be nice to get a decent report when prospective employers inquire.
I'm looking for a job, preferably permanent, although another long-term contract would work too. I'm a bit of a generalist, and regrettably many employers think they need specialists, although they usually list a number of general skills in job listings. One of my favorite quotes is from Heinlein's Time Enough For Love: "A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects." I don't know that I can do all those things, but I can do about half of them. The rest I could do with training. And quite a lot more besides.
So here I am at work, blogging and job-hunting on my breaks, and attending my Weight Watchers meeting during lunch today. I'm sure I'll have gained weight; I only clambered back onto the WWWagon day before yesterday, and I've gained the past two weeks (although a good portion of that may be water; apparently my favorite comfort food is ramen noodles, which are ridiculously salty). But I am back on that Wagon, and on that Wagon I intend to stay.