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i found out late last week that the centre i work for, and the job i so love so much and the office i love even more maybe than the job but both are fantastic and give life purpose and that's what a good job should be all about, is about to end.
the place is a mind research centre and a joint venture with a uni in sydney. i live in canberra and quite happily so and don't fancy a move back to sydney (whence i came).
so fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck. and fuck.
just after an emotional ride in the week of the 1st anniversary of a break-up of a ten year relationship.
really crap thing is, i have no idea what i want to do when i grow up. and i certain;y don't want to go back to waork for the govt. and really, i want to keep this job. i love this job. and i've given no thought as to what i'd do next, if i ever had to. now i have to.
what i do now is very loosley called 'projects' and involves soime writing, some science communicating, some marketing, some project envsioning planning execution, some research brainstorming and general other stuff that means i don't do so much admin work, i get to be creative and i get to drive things. and i get to have a fantastic office with doors and windows let real air in and a view to a lake and mts. on a beautiful campus. so, what now?
fuck.
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