Tee minus
At the start of my last night in Orlando, i was with my old work friends, drinking cold beers and chatting it up. It was wholly gratifying, i have forgotten what a social life can be like. But one by one they split, and by the end of the night i was surrounded by seemingly friendly young strangers with questionable morals. Hotties of both genders were grocery shopping for exploits. Everyone had apple eyes and they plied them around the room. The music was loud and suddenly i was drinking a lousy Budweiser and staring at the wall. I waved goodbye to the friend of a friend of a friend that i had given a ride downtown. I am sure that someone else took him back to Oviedo. I felt bad, but sticking around would have been a hyperbolic insult to myself. I listened to Bob Dylan on the way back to the hotel. Desolation rowed.
I got back north. On Saturday i watched the Sabres lose with Chad & Erin, but our pizza was good. I stayed overnight in the family house with no one else around. Maybe that's never happened before. It felt like an extended stay hotel. Linus kept avoiding me, fearing more car trips. I left for Canada.
For the last two months everything has been up in the air. Finally i have a plan. I wrote to my current boss, insinuating that he would be an ex-boss kinda soon, and the subject of the email was "My plan." I am leaving Canada in three weeks. Eh? Almost everything will go into storage. I will pack my car with essentials and drive to the suburbs north of Philadelphia. I will beg Jeff and Marcy and Nate for a spare bed or couch. They will allow me one, as long as i agree to pay tains nate (i.e. Play trains with Nate). I will commute to my company's office in Trenton New Jersey every weekday beginning March 24th, until my former boss comes to the rescue and enacts my official transfer, at which time i will once again become a field service engineer. I will travel and work and work and travel. And then i will come upon a vast field of greeen which represents several months of not doing any work whatsoever and still getting paid. This is when i will decide where my next apartment should be, and my employer will no longer care where i care to lay my head, because my job will be traveling a lot to work a lot for five or six or seven months per year. I am looking forward to it, but mostly the opportunity to have half-years off. This would not normally be possible, but they made a caveat for me. What a sweet gesture.
Someday i will only be a boring ghoststory.
I got back north. On Saturday i watched the Sabres lose with Chad & Erin, but our pizza was good. I stayed overnight in the family house with no one else around. Maybe that's never happened before. It felt like an extended stay hotel. Linus kept avoiding me, fearing more car trips. I left for Canada.
For the last two months everything has been up in the air. Finally i have a plan. I wrote to my current boss, insinuating that he would be an ex-boss kinda soon, and the subject of the email was "My plan." I am leaving Canada in three weeks. Eh? Almost everything will go into storage. I will pack my car with essentials and drive to the suburbs north of Philadelphia. I will beg Jeff and Marcy and Nate for a spare bed or couch. They will allow me one, as long as i agree to pay tains nate (i.e. Play trains with Nate). I will commute to my company's office in Trenton New Jersey every weekday beginning March 24th, until my former boss comes to the rescue and enacts my official transfer, at which time i will once again become a field service engineer. I will travel and work and work and travel. And then i will come upon a vast field of greeen which represents several months of not doing any work whatsoever and still getting paid. This is when i will decide where my next apartment should be, and my employer will no longer care where i care to lay my head, because my job will be traveling a lot to work a lot for five or six or seven months per year. I am looking forward to it, but mostly the opportunity to have half-years off. This would not normally be possible, but they made a caveat for me. What a sweet gesture.
Someday i will only be a boring ghoststory.