Blind Prophecy

The Interview

So, the interview was intersting. I guess they hired a guy as Communications Manager a few months ago and got burned when he didn’t turn out to be the match they were hoping for. However, with a huge annual summit in just a few weeks, they really need someone to come in and help with prepping the materials for that.

Dave, who is really more of a Development guy who got Communications added to his title, poked around to find out if I’d be interesting in doing a few weeks of freelance contract work, possibly followed by a full time offer. I didn’t say no, but did admit that I’d have a hard time letting go of a full time position with benefits for something as tentative as that (and the promised 25-35 hours a week of work wouldn’t really work concurrently with my present job).

He was going to talk to the E.D. (who I’ve interviewed with twice) and get back to me this week.

Jessica said I should take the freelance gig anyway, because she can tell that I’m not as excited about Compass as I have been about this organization. Also, it might ultimately be a lateral move in the heirarchy on non-profit roles, but the difference would be between a local organization and a growing national organization. She also points out that it’s not like I’ve ever been at a job where they didn’t fall in love with me and want me to stay.

Dave also told me that the job would involve a “fair amount” of travel. In the next 3 months alone, it would definately involve a trip to Chicago, and would possibly involve a trip to Miami and Washington D.C. I can’t say I object to the idea of travelling.

Family Drama

After talking with CPS this motning, I talked to Jessi a little later in the afternoon. I told her I made the report, but asked her to keep it quiet. Jessi is the only one I trust to not blurt something out to Brandon in the middle of an argument. The only reason I told her is because I need her to convince Jasmine, Jeanne and my Mom that the next time they even feel intimidated by him, they need to call the police in. The CPS detective told me that with my report, any law enforcement call to respond is immediately going to get a heightened response and that it’s possible that getting the police involved before any actual abuse happens, they might be able to get him into a program and prevent it from actually getting to that point.

Yeah, even as I was giving my report, I had to admit that I didn’t have any evidence that he’d hit Joanna or the baby, but that I was worried about the escalating violence he’s been showing. While the detective didn’t mislead me into believing that they’d be able to step in on the basis of my report, he was really sympathetic when I told him I didn’t want to be the guy who, a year from now, feels guilty for not speaking up sooner.

Work screw-up

So, after all the drama of today, I fucked up at work. The Chronicle reporter was meeting with one of our client families at 5:15 this evening. I got so distracted at the end of the day that I was already off the BART and it was 5:45 before I remembered. It’s not that big a deal and if I’d been there, I mostly would have been hanging around in the background to take notes on any questions that the reporter might have that neither the family nor facility manager could answer. Still, it was unprofessional of me. I’ll have to begin tomorrow with phone calls and apologies.

ETA: Thanks to everyone who emailed and commented with calming advice and encouragement re: the family situation. I have the wisest and most supportive lj friends in the world!

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