Runaway Future

I got back to the office at 130, I snuck in, threw my laptop into my office and snuck out. No one saw me. Now I’m at home, eating lunch, not wanting to go back. I just want to avoid the mind-numbing work until tomorrow. I want to lock myself in my office and do my own thing for the rest of the day. I’ll do work, but just to avoid everything else. There’s a lot to think about.
The meeting was decent. They talk a lot, talk fast, like they’re selling product. I’m apprehensive and anxious for the work ahead, there’ll be a lot of homework, a lot of work, a lot of learning to go on, but I can do it. After all it’s just syntax, I know what I want to say, I just need to know how to say it.
The best part by far was one on one with the lead developer, able to discuss logic, code, understanding what both sides are thinking. It’s a sychronisation that I miss at the office, I’m unable to discuss computer matters for too long without a blank look and the crossing of eyes.
Over the summer, Rabbi, one of the guys I worked with at the RCMP used to come out to lunch with me every few weeks or so. It was nice, keep grounded, bitch about computers and users (losers). Now he’s in Ottawa working for the Force’s mainframe.
I’m going to become a programmer again. It’s in the cards. The world works in mysterious ways.