Back home from home

I just got back from attending my uncle Dave's funeral. It was a nice service, but the best part was my uncle Greg's eulogy/remembrance. Very moving and touching, he captured so much of what is great about Dave.

It was also nice to see so much family, but not under those circumstances.

I also got to spend time with my Dad and his wife Paula after not being able to see him that last few times he was down this way.

I'm pretty wiped from the 7 1/2 hour drive, so I'll wrap this up.

Sleepy c1150

Bad news and good news

The bad news first:
One of my uncles is very sick, and he's going to die soon. I haven't seen him in years, and now I won't be able to catch up with him. That's one thing I don't like about living so far from my family, it's not easy for me to go and visit. I'll miss you even more, Dave.

Now the good news:
Well if it can be considered such, maybe it's just news. I have another line on another job. No details at all except it's very close to where I live, and it's going to be a start-up big shop that is part of an established company. So again I'm hopeful, but ever the realist.

c1150

Back to Angry

So the hard rain last night wasn't enough to wash away the garbage and trash off the sidewalks. Thanks, Bickle.

My job has gotten so annoying. I'm tired of my shift relief always being late. I'm tired of imperious emails from on high that say nothing of any import, yet demand a read receipt. I'm tired of sleeping during the day and being stuck in a windowless bunker at night. I'm tired of driving 100 miles a day.

Basically I'm mad as hell, and I'm not going to take it any more. Thanks, Beale.

Soon the cleansing will begin, I think I'll start with the dishes -- c1150

Sad news

I don't know how I missed this last week:

Don Herbert, TV's Mr. Wizard died June 12th. As a kid I would always watch Mr. Wizard's World on Nickelodeon to see him lay the knowledge down on those lucky Canadian kids that got to hang out with him.

Of course, if I were one of those Canadian kids, I probably would have dragged dear old Don over to the darkside as we cackled gleefully turning everyday household items into high explosives, knock-out gas and other WMDs. I guess it's probably for the best that we never met.

Sorrowful, yet imagining the possibilities c1150

So now it's bad news

Like I thought, I didn't make the cut on the position I interviewed for on Tuesday. A little disappointing, but not unexpected. Now to decide the next step. I have no idea what that will be. Ooh, the suspense.

grumbly c1150

A little less good news

I had my interview this morning, and I think it went well. However, I don't think I'll get the position, my experience doesn't quite match what they are looking for. I may be wrong, but my gut feeling at this point is that I won't get it.

But what can you do? It is what it is. I'll just have to keep looking.

Forward looking c1150

A little more good news

It's getting better.

Wheels are turning, mechanisms are in motion. Tuesday, I have an interview. So excited. But trying not to get too excited.

More later -- c1150

A Realization

And, perhaps, not a good one.

So yesterday was Friday, basically my one night of the week to relax a little and have a drink or two. I was at one of my neighborhood watering holes when I realized, I've stopped going to the young peoples' college type bars and am now going to the "older people trying to drink like they're in college" type bars. What has become of c1150? Is age catching up with me? Have I become an "Older American"? Granted, I'm greying at the temples [but I'm hoping to cultivate the Nick Fury look, I may start wearing an eye-patch] and have been out of college longer than I care to think about, but really am I that old? Must be time for my nap.

c1150 and his Howling Commandos