Today is my sixth day of work this week, and I’m happy to say it will be my last until next Tuesday morning. I really need the next three days off to just relax, because having to drive between San Jose and Brisbane five days in a row was beginning to wear pretty damned thin. The start of my week was pretty nice, though. I got to take in a ballgame and see Juan Marichal get his statue. I got to shout Spanish cheers at Moises Alou while sitting in the front row of view box. An experienced duplicated on Wednesday night as I sat in view box’s front row, much closer to home plate. Anytime that I can take in two Giants games in a four day span, that’ll always put a smile on my face.
Lately, I been feeling pretty lifeless. Sunday morning, I revealed a truth about myself to someone and I was so fucking tired from having been up 27 hours that I didn’t even realize what I said until later that day. Note to everyone: if you ever want me to be brutal in my truth, just wait until I’m so tired that my decorum is sleeping and the rest of my brain isn’t. I would go into it more, but whileI wouldn’t be embarrassed in the slightest, the other might be, so… no. 
Deal with it. Monday night I compounded the issue with the same person and tried my damndest to just be supportive. Tuesday I saw Episode III for the second time, and folks, it does not get better. On Wednesday, my boss quit to take another position within the company, and I immediately applied for his job only to find out that it was already given to someone else. Damnit. The good news is that they chose someone I can work with easily, someone I’ve worked with in the past as peers and he has my full respect and support. I’m looking forward to seeing the changes made to the NOC.
I was disappointed, though. I really wanted the job, and with my experience I figured I was a front-running candidate for the position. But, basically all the ideas I had to make changes I gave to my new boss to use. He and I see eye to eye on all of them, so I’m confident that by proxy, those changes will be implemented within the next 90 days. Not that my former boss was a tyrant or anything, but my biggest peeve with him was the snail-like pace at which he moved on any change or even getting me information. It was so fucking frustrating working under those conditions, and led to a lot of conflict between me and him at times. I remember sitting him down one time and confronting him directly and I swear I thought he was going to cry. He doesn’t like confrontations and it was apparent.
Anyway, in other news, after having an at-length conversation with a non-LJ friend, I beleive that I am destined to die alone. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing; I’m childfree (which is a nice conversaton stopper , I’m a pretty open-minded guy, I think I can handle a great many things, but I’m pretty sure that there’s not a single woman who could handle me. It may be arrogant to say something like that, but the fact is that so far I’ve proven it to be true. I’ve been nice and single for over a year and I’ve been really happy about it. I got to return to being in the mindset of being single and not trying to date or looking for love in the worst of places. I’m going to continue to be me and live my life and if it so happens someone comes along, I’ll burn that bridge when I come to it.
In other news, I had a conversation with Abbie this week that involved me moving to Philly. She really wants me to find a job out there and move in with her. She says I can write anywhere, and there’s some truth to that. I also told her that she could be a lawyer in California and then she could see me whenever she wanted. I’m not sure it would be a good idea to move in with her for many reasons, one of which being I would do nothing but chores for the entire time I would be there, and unless I had a job that paid bank, I’d be in her debt with moving expenses for a long while. I love Abbie to death, she my favorite ex-girlfriend and one of my closest friends, but there’s a reason we broke it off and there’s a reason we no longer co-habitate. Limited duration visits only, thanks
If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading. This has been nothing more than an exercise in self-deprecation. Nothing more to see here.
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