Friends!
it's been a while since i have posted. unfortunately, absolutely nothing new has happened in my life , aside from a few trips to the dentist. normally, there would be nothing to say about this, but, because of my dentist's unparalleled dexterity and weird sense of humor, i have found that going to visit him is more interesting than attending my job. this revelation, which sprang upon me whilst a grown man had several fingers deep inside my mouth, made me realize that one of two things was afoot:
1. I have come to appreciate the feeling of novicaine shot into my jaw, and the subsequent dull drilling of the interiors of my head by blue hooded jokester. This seems unlikely.
2. I need a new job.
I work in the software industry and maybe four years at one place is enough. There must be some sort of statute of limits on such a thing, but i have poor role models. For 25 years, my father woke up every morning at 530 to drive 25 miles through shitty traffic, so he can go to the same job every day, at a family owned company where he was most certainly not family. Every day he would come home, sit in the living room, smoke a cigarette and swear at the mail. He would then go outside to tend to his flowers and plants, his one escape from the impossibilities of the walls he had suddenly found erected around himself.
Every morning i wake up and check my email, my stocks, my news. I am taking no actions at this point, i just want to make sure the world is still in one piece. After some time, i stand up and attempt to do 20 jumping jacks. i take a shower and when i'm done brushing up, i go back to my room, play some Wilco, dress up and head out the door. Recently i have been taking the train to work. As i leave the train station in san leandro, i walk past the same decomposed bird, only every day there is less and less of it. Today i spotted a feather here, a feather there ,and some ambiguous spot spread out over a few feet of asphalt. As I walked past, it occurred to me that i was experiencing some sort of morose empty nest syndrome -- rather than feeling sad that my bird had flown away, i was simply sad that the decomposition process had come to an end, that i no longer could count on the daily sight of my pal disintegrating further and further.
i dont really know what any of this means, other than i am terribly bored. the thought of going to work every day for the next 40 years makes makes me want to shoot myself in the kidney. to avoid this, i have been lucky enough to mix some travel into my job, and doubly lucky is my timing; i'm heading to puerto rico next week to torment that small island-colony with painful details about the software world... donnyb rides again!! till then.
PS... I'd like to give a shout out to my "anonymous" reader. Valerie: the 72 hours during which your identity was shrouded in mystery piqued me in strange and wonderful ways. and to my "colleague" who betrayed your identity and subsequently mocked me in a southern french i will never forget: "Ne pas les Bleu!!!"
