Riding the rumble strip...oh yeah...
Yeah it's late and I really should be going to bed instead of recording the minutia of my life in this quaint little online journal, but I'm not sleepy--due to both coffee and a lack of desire to go back to work tomorrow. But alas, the vacation has ended, and in a few short hours I will have returned to the corporate grind, and will there slowly forget that there was once a much brighter place...
I feign bleak. I'm actually feeling okay. All my half-unpacked luggage is strewn about my tiny lair in a haphazard fashion, which is mildly irritating, but otherwise, I guess I feel just peachy.
I honestly hadn't had any specific expectations for the trip to Alaska, but it really turned out to be more than I could have hoped for, in ways I hadn't even thought of. I'll put up some pictures after I have them all consolidated although, before even getting the film developed, I know that my amature photography skills won't exactly do it justice. P/S, I need to stop being a cheap bastard and just buy a damn digital camera like the rest of the civilized population. Old school reprezent, yo.
When I got off the plane in Houston, the humidity quickly welcomed me back like a warm, sticky blanket. I don't know how the winters are up there--part of me doesn't want to know about snow and sub-zero temps and eternal darkness--but damn if it wasn't a hell of a way to spend a chunk of July. Rarely above 75, no humidity, lots of daylight...that was a surprise. Even by the end of the trip I would still get surprised everytime we'd all be out and I'd realize it was 11:30 p.m. or so despite the fact that the sun was still out--comparable to what 6:30 or 7:00 looks here. I miss the laziness and relaxation, and all the beautiful places we went to see... Ah, but tomorrow calls, doesn't it? Luckily it will be a relatively short work week.
And there may be some favorable developments for me at work within the next couple of months. If everything goes the way I hope it will, I may be able to transfer out of my software team and move to an actual writing and design team. That could possibly come with an office change, which has some advantages. But even if I stayed in the same office, I would at least be able to do various writing jobs instead of the software writeup, report formatting, and general-looking-busy routine I'm currently in. That would be sooooooooo nice. I need to get my resume together this weekend, which shouldn't be too much trouble since it's pretty much up-to-date anyway.
And on that happiest of happy little notes, I am off to bed, to dream sweet dreams of break-ins, tooth-loss, and eating mascara. I don't make this shit up--these are all dreams I've had recently and--excluding the one about mascara--repeatedly. My weird little head has its own adventures to tend to, I suppose.
I feign bleak. I'm actually feeling okay. All my half-unpacked luggage is strewn about my tiny lair in a haphazard fashion, which is mildly irritating, but otherwise, I guess I feel just peachy.
I honestly hadn't had any specific expectations for the trip to Alaska, but it really turned out to be more than I could have hoped for, in ways I hadn't even thought of. I'll put up some pictures after I have them all consolidated although, before even getting the film developed, I know that my amature photography skills won't exactly do it justice. P/S, I need to stop being a cheap bastard and just buy a damn digital camera like the rest of the civilized population. Old school reprezent, yo.
When I got off the plane in Houston, the humidity quickly welcomed me back like a warm, sticky blanket. I don't know how the winters are up there--part of me doesn't want to know about snow and sub-zero temps and eternal darkness--but damn if it wasn't a hell of a way to spend a chunk of July. Rarely above 75, no humidity, lots of daylight...that was a surprise. Even by the end of the trip I would still get surprised everytime we'd all be out and I'd realize it was 11:30 p.m. or so despite the fact that the sun was still out--comparable to what 6:30 or 7:00 looks here. I miss the laziness and relaxation, and all the beautiful places we went to see... Ah, but tomorrow calls, doesn't it? Luckily it will be a relatively short work week.
And there may be some favorable developments for me at work within the next couple of months. If everything goes the way I hope it will, I may be able to transfer out of my software team and move to an actual writing and design team. That could possibly come with an office change, which has some advantages. But even if I stayed in the same office, I would at least be able to do various writing jobs instead of the software writeup, report formatting, and general-looking-busy routine I'm currently in. That would be sooooooooo nice. I need to get my resume together this weekend, which shouldn't be too much trouble since it's pretty much up-to-date anyway.
And on that happiest of happy little notes, I am off to bed, to dream sweet dreams of break-ins, tooth-loss, and eating mascara. I don't make this shit up--these are all dreams I've had recently and--excluding the one about mascara--repeatedly. My weird little head has its own adventures to tend to, I suppose.