Monday, April 26, 2010

Reclaiming a Life



Friday was the last day working as a lowly office clerk in the U.S. Census Bureau headquarters before transferring to the field as an "Enumerator," a term that sounds straight out of Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World."



This means that I will soon be walking about knocking on San Francisco strangers' doors in an attempt to enumerate them for the federal government, which should be interesting.



The sense of relief in getting out of that toxic central office is making me overwhelmingly happy, as I will finally have time and energy again, for my cat Tiger Woods...



...friends and acquaintances...



...my partner Tony...



...along with a wider world that's unimaginably rich and beautiful.

9 comments:

markley said...

Mike, the people on whose doors you knock, will be lucky.

sfmike said...

Dear Markley: Ahhh, that's the sweetest thing anybody's ever said to me.

AphotoAday said...

Ok, no bad jokes about the golfer, and I guess you named it before the scandles broke, but your cat Tiger Woods sure looks like it's a big guy now...

Rachel said...

Welcome back to the world! I hope your enumerating is adventurous and we'll get to hear about it...

Matty Boy said...

I, on the other hand, am diving deep into Clerk-ville. It fits my schedule better, so I'm going to stick it out.

Eight weeks. How bad can it be?

sfmike said...

Dear Matty: Very bad indeed, but every office has its own idiosyncratic reality. Hope yours is better than mine.

namastenancy said...

Everybody sing a chorus of "I hear you knocking....."

janinsanfran said...

Yeah -- back to the living!

Pura Vida said...

ahh, that sounds and looks better already.