What a day.


The first half was spent in meetings and general BS at the home office. The latter half was tracking down a field office where I was the bearer of IT related information. The latter half was insightful and enlightening.

I stop by the WurstBuy to snag a video card on sale. Cool. Random purchase. I am finally back in the mainstream of playable second gen games. Stellar. I take a nap with the intentions of meeting up with a cousin who texted me he and the wife are laying low from a brutal Thursday night of drinking. Fair enough.

An old friend calls, Stacey, and inquires on my plans. Sure I'll meet her up for a drink. A few redbull vodkas later we are leaving the Eclipse to the Skyybox. Stace' talks with L#1, then continues with her career issues. Paulie gets sucked in then heads home. On occasion I have a hard time reading Stacey. She makes tangential references to her nieces and I wonder if this is direct inquiry or her own questions. Who knows.

I have a nice brief chat with L2 only to have it followed up two hours later with talk of "two week notices"! For shame. I covet my friends and their interesting lives with the hopes of coloring my existence. To have one leaving (though not fully unexpected) was... sad. She has her degree she is persuing and needs to put more time into it.

Damn it.

I guess I knew this day was coming, but really? Seriously? This soon? There has always been this talk of people leaving for greener pastures in places like Boston or the medical field, and I know the inherent selfish nature of requiring them to be my bartenders or waitresses until the world ends, but fuck. At best I had a meager chance of "running into" some of them, but two weeks means the chance moves from 5% probable to the infamous 50/50.

I guess I will live and deal with it.

I mournz it already.

Great now my neighbor upstairs is having creaky-spring sex again.

Wonderful.