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State of the Ferret
Mar. 8th, 2004 11:43 pmWoops. I was going to post on what I've been doing with my free time, but it turned into a two-page rant on what I feel is wrong with everything around me, born out of stress, frustration, and a lot of effort trying to alleviate both.
So I'll make this brief, instead.
Friday I get interviewed and learn if I get to keep working or if I'm moving out of SLO by the end of next month (unless I find another job before then, which is still possible, since I still have one job opening to investigate, but that one looks somewhat questionable anyway).
I've quit all my games; actually, all but one social obligation has been removed from my roster, leaving me sitting at home most nights. This is one part voluntary hermitage, one part desperate burnout, one part preparation for the worst, and two or three parts desire to have myself to myself again. I haven't gotten nearly as much progress sorting myself out as I'd like to have, but other axes have been leveraged...
Writing hasn't gone away; quite the opposite, as one might guess. I've found that working forty I don't have the interest I used to in tinkering on my computer after work; it spends a lot of time playing music. Eventually, I'll not be constantly programming and I might get around to doing a few things like completing my revised webpage and updating my comics again.
I'm working on writing a setting in which being Good isn't Bad. *snip snip snip* Not going to go much further into it, since I started getting ranty again. In short, a setting where evil isn't good and good doesn't come with a free anal polearm. It's one of the more significant challenges I've set for myself; maybe something worthwhile will come of it.
It's getting sunny; if I get hired, I'm going to reward myself by fixing my poor, poor bike up (been sitting in the rain for two years now) and setting myself up to exercise on a regular basis.
If Livejournal ever purges the various twits who've never posted or commented, I may try to snag![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
phaeton, since, for various reasons, I haven't summoned the mustelid within me for a long time. It'd be sad to see him go, but times change. Perhaps if I get back to reading classical literature (Only have a full shelf inherited from Grandpa waiting for me) I'll come up with something more appropriate and less likely to be taken.
Sleep beckons me (ushered in by the oddly relaxing strains of Telefon Tel Aviv). I will answer its call to slumber.
So I'll make this brief, instead.
Friday I get interviewed and learn if I get to keep working or if I'm moving out of SLO by the end of next month (unless I find another job before then, which is still possible, since I still have one job opening to investigate, but that one looks somewhat questionable anyway).
I've quit all my games; actually, all but one social obligation has been removed from my roster, leaving me sitting at home most nights. This is one part voluntary hermitage, one part desperate burnout, one part preparation for the worst, and two or three parts desire to have myself to myself again. I haven't gotten nearly as much progress sorting myself out as I'd like to have, but other axes have been leveraged...
Writing hasn't gone away; quite the opposite, as one might guess. I've found that working forty I don't have the interest I used to in tinkering on my computer after work; it spends a lot of time playing music. Eventually, I'll not be constantly programming and I might get around to doing a few things like completing my revised webpage and updating my comics again.
I'm working on writing a setting in which being Good isn't Bad. *snip snip snip* Not going to go much further into it, since I started getting ranty again. In short, a setting where evil isn't good and good doesn't come with a free anal polearm. It's one of the more significant challenges I've set for myself; maybe something worthwhile will come of it.
It's getting sunny; if I get hired, I'm going to reward myself by fixing my poor, poor bike up (been sitting in the rain for two years now) and setting myself up to exercise on a regular basis.
If Livejournal ever purges the various twits who've never posted or commented, I may try to snag
phaeton, since, for various reasons, I haven't summoned the mustelid within me for a long time. It'd be sad to see him go, but times change. Perhaps if I get back to reading classical literature (Only have a full shelf inherited from Grandpa waiting for me) I'll come up with something more appropriate and less likely to be taken.Sleep beckons me (ushered in by the oddly relaxing strains of Telefon Tel Aviv). I will answer its call to slumber.
