Archive for November, 2012

Well, that was fun

Sunday, November 25th, 2012

Erin’s stomach had been a little bad for a couple days and it got worse yesterday. David, Renoir and David’s dad were going to see Skyfall and invited me. Just as we were leaving Erin looked like she wasn’t doing well. I ask if she wanted me to stay. She said no, and I said let me know if things change. We go to the theater and the 9:20 tickets are sold out. I was in the teller line and they were in the the weird movie ticket Atm line and (more…)

keep thinking I should post but haven’t

Saturday, November 24th, 2012

Finally feeling like I should. Recently I was looking at some old e-mail and feeling nostalgic about that time and some people and stuff going on and wanted to be able to look back and read this later basically.

I’m back from the 100 day break, I’ve been back maybe 3 months now. It’s been good to be back, mostly picked up where I left off pretty much. Learning to program in (more…)

logged in and found this as a draft

Saturday, November 24th, 2012

this is kinda how I was feeling when I first started on my 100 day break after my last contract, I guess I was gonna do a post about it, but never did. putting it up as is:

Me: I think my contract ending is fuckign with me more than I expected
Friend: Really?
Me: my uncle has cancer, had prostate surgery and found out it’s aggressive and he may have to have chemo, radiation or both
Me: uncle I’m pretty close with (the one in st louis)
Me: think that’s a little of it
Me: bring back some cancer shit for me
Me: but I think the bulk of it is the contract ending
Me: think I may be a little depressed, feel a cloud over me a little
Me: the uncertainty of it, I’m probably coming back after the 100 days but it’s not a definite
Me: unemployment only goes on for so long and finding a job can be hard, I’ve only been in this field for a short time and I don’t look super good on paper yet and am kind of a bad interview
Friend: Yeah, a lot of shit on your plate….makes sense.
Me: and part of it is like, they’re going to be doing shit for 3 months without me even if I do come back, I don’t want them to make bad decisions or fuck shit up while I’m gone, so I think there’s some anxiety there too a little
Me: I don’t know, shit’s been going too well kinda
Friend: Makes sense though
Friend: Not quite irrational
Me: like my luck has run out somehow and this is the first piece of the downslide or something
Me: what’s not quite irrational?
Friend: Ur thoughts