I almost walked away from my job last week. for most of 2009, the Nashville job has been steadily deteriorating operation for most the year, with financial goals so low it's obvious our crack sales team will have time to catch up on its leisure reading. but in the past few weeks, surly sources, a terrible beat with no news, and a computer meltdown nearly did me in.
I was officially the only person hurt by the Ch. 11 bankruptcy of American Communities Newspapers, thanks to the freelance check I deposited the same day in which the declaration close their bank accounts. The second check is now deposited, minus the $20 it cost me. Between the $700 tax bill and this, I sometimes wonder whether that extra money is worth it.
My three days in Columbus turns into a weekend of eaten tickets. I bailed on the the Nelsonville Music Festival and a Melville-induced miscommunication caused me to miss my ride to the Columbus Clippers game at their new park. It's a miracle I made it to the Race for the Cure. As with the last couple of visits, I managed to screw up even more elements of my old life with grave missteps. At times like these, I'm glad I excel at being cryptic.
Next weekend I land in Cleveland for a few days; luckily, I don't have enough life left there to screw up much. Due to work uncertainties, I decided that will be the last vacation of the summer - when the unemployed ranks are swollen with people who possess the same skills as myself, saving cash felt like the prudent path.
Aside from two concerts north of here - Wilco in Cincinnati and Jenny Lewis in Louisville - I'm staying put. By going nowhere, I inadvertently give Nashville one last chance to prove itself as a place to stay. My fling with the New South has no luster left to lose. I'm 96 percent sure it won't be long-term, but a poor economy means it earned a mulligan.
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