A major life change is coming down the pike, and the very possibility I railed against for the last eight months–despite all my efforts and silent bargaining–is unfolding. But there’s a larger fight at play.
I keep struggling with this lesson: the harder I fight my fears the more likely their realization. Yet, shortly after yielding to a undesirable outcome, the very last thing I want to confront, the pain and apprehension passes.
Then the healing starts.
Reached Toronto without a hitch and met one of my gracious hosts at Pearson International. Not only did they open their home to me, they provided lightning fast shuttle service. Great, great people. As this is my first trip to Ontario, I’m drinking in sights and stories as deeply as I can. A more complete synopsis will follow early next week.
Before departure, fired off two more queries for The Last Track. As for the screen writing contest, the halfway mark beckons.
School is open with limited services, and only for two business days this week; that’s about how many employees are present on campus. A number of coworkers, believing I skipped out until classes started again—ah, how sweet generous vacation allowances are—left voice mail messages last week prefaced like this: “You’re probably in Jamaica, but if you are in, I have a problem with…â€
But then, that’s my job. Those are the calls I get. Crazy tech guy calls…
A peer recommended an excellent book, The River Road by Karen Osborn, which I enjoyed a great deal. This novel stands as a fine example of effective dual voice narration. In all, four narrators show the story—and in first person. Initially thought such a device might interrupt the flow, and jar the reader loose from the story, but in this case it not only works, the additional voices make for a richer experience.
Normal operations resume on Friday December 22, 2006.
Addressed the bulk of the fallout from the server crisis at work. Pretty much the worst thing that could happen from a tech standpoint, did.
And the world kept turning. More importantly, I don’t have to shop my resume.
Now if I could find time for more travel. Perhaps a nice place where wild monkeys rule the streets.
Today I learned that when things break, the situation usually looks better the morning after. Or maybe five or six mornings, that is. A few issues persist with the imploded server at work. But I’m close. So close…
Five months ago, the Wife and I decided to move our Roth IRAs from one bank to another. When dealing with large corporations and money, a certain amount of red-tape I expect. I did not, however, anticipate a certain institution–rhymes with Bunk of America–would be such a…ah, never mind. Slurs betrays my bad breeding.
The long and short of it, we had to cash out the Roth, and have a check cut, deposit the check, then have a bank check drawn up for the new place.
Wow. Just writing all that makes me tired.
