the new geography

Oh for crying out loud... a TV show I sometimes watch has people "on the run" who are posing as a couple from "New Brunswick, Nova Scotia."

Really... how hard is it to come up with an ACTUAL place name?

I guess when I go undercover I can pose as someone from Maine, New Jersey...or Florida, North Carolina. For cripes sakes.

Pack it up, Pack it in... let me begin...

I quit my job. My day job. I need to find another one but I needed to get this one off my back. I feel strangely liberated and even though I have a crapload of work still to do here in the month I have left I don't feel the weight of it all on my back quite so much. I did realize today that it will be hard to say goodbye to some people. Harder than I thought. And somehow it's a little disappointing that they aren't clammoring for me to stay. But I guess that's not fair. It's past time really, time to move out and move on... and hopefully move up.

Feels right so hopefully it doesn't devolve into the disaster that it did the last time I left a job without one to go to immediately.

I can see the caution in people's faces and hear the warning in some of their voices already.

I promise it won't be the same. I think I have my head on more securely this time.


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On an entirely unrelated note: It would seem that my favourite sport is trying to find its way back into my life. I did miss the sneaker squeaks. I guess it was just a matter of time.

more random, less drunk

> Somehow there was suddenly no wall between the inspiration and the paper. That's exciting. I'll let you know how it goes.

> I still have issues with the new Blogger.

> I hate when you pick up your coffee cup thinking you have more left and instead it is empty. To paraphrase a friend of mine "I must more coffee"!