Runaway Future

Alright weekend, I went to Bayer’s Lake yesterday and then rushed to make it to the Mooseheads game in time. I stopped at the banking machine beforehand and when I put my card in, the ATM spit someone else’s card back out. After a bit of running and some dumb luck, I actually was able to find the guy and give him his card back. Saw Yvette at the hockey game, she’s working at Maple Grove now and just had a kid, a son. Is that two for her now?

Next weekend, on Friday night/Saturday morning, I’m doing this 12 hour competition at the curling club. I signed up figuring I don’t do anything on Friday nights usually, and since then I’ve had to turn down two seperate plans. At least Daniel’s coming, maybe. Good Twin + Evil Twin = Shenanigans.

Ok, so there’s this huge thing coming up at the office. I don’t like talking about work at all. I don’t want to be defined by my business card, my office, my name on the door. There’s so much more then that, but then again, it always feels like it’s the only thing going on at times. Basically, depending on how the next few weeks work out, my job responsibilities could be changing dramatically. I’ve always said that I like what I’m doing (the network support, the web design, the actual interaction with real people) better then what I did for my course, because with programming, I hated just sitting at the computer and typing. So, what happens if I get stuck in the role of a programmer again? At least before, I could pretend that I wasn’t a complete sell out while I was questioning my whole course beforehand. The big joke: The only thing I hated about my college program in computer programming was the computer programming. Maybe I am just in it for the money.
It will all end up as more work, it will be more stress. It’s not a case of whether or not I have the skills, it’s just that I have to draw the line sometime, y’know? Would anyone fault me if I ran away?
Maybe I really am just assuming things and no matter what happens, it won’t be as bad as I imagine. The root of my fear is that I am alone in this, I don’t have a group, a department, someone behind me, anyone who truly understands what I bring to the table to begin with. I can sit there and do nothing, or I can bust my ass, and there’s no one who can tell the difference.

I went out for coffee with Hillary on a whim last week. When I saw her on election night, I was drunk, she was smashed and we were happy to see each other. Turns out coffee doesn’t have the same effect. I never even learned her last name.

On American Dad, there was a little tribute to Trahn “Jimmy” Ng. A little googling came up with this blog post. Very interesting.

I don’t want to be bothered with anything.