Massage school
So I finished massage school a few weeks ago, or rather almost finished it, as I still have some extern hours to complete. It's worth a diary to talk about the experience, but school and work took about 102% of me and I don't have have it in me to flesh it out. Maybe in four or five months when I've got a semblance of my mind back.

Last ever work update
The chip being developed for the fruit phone (my project for the past year) fell flat. There is some combination of architecture problems and poor semiconductor process modeling that resulted in one block of the chip not working - which happens to power most of the rest of it. As the test engineer this is out of my control and happens on occasion and even if I were still invested in this game it wouldn't bother me. I have a couple of side projects now that will conveniently not fuck my coworkers very much when I put my notice in this June. We're understaffed so it'll suck for them regardless.

Speaking of that we had a meeting with the boss-boss who has been around for a year or so and is the sort of guy who thinks we make money rather than products. He is a corporate-speak douchetart who isn't really a huckster or incompetent but worse - is quite competent enough to really fuck things up. He is currently in the process of repeating the same mistakes every manager has made in the history of outsourcing with regard to outsourcing. You know the drill - we pay people to do stuff for us then we do the work anyway when they can't actually do it. He's in the process of doubling down right now as all 21st century managers do so it'll only get better for my coworkers. Sadly my mind has been checked out for 18 months so I couldn't even let out a well honed cynical laugh in the meeting. He even called it at the end - "Mark, you haven't said a god damn word this whole meeting."

"Nope."

Travelin'
I've been in a mediocre mental space long enough to where my plan sounds nuts even to me, complete with stress dreams where I die even before I leave. My mind played these games last time too. That said I've been feeling the excitement for a few months now which is having the effect of un-suppressing my mental state with the attendant low grade emotional chaos that comes with it. Presumably like last time (culminating with the Australian style alcohol shock therapy I experienced with husi's own fleece) I'll spend the first few months wringing out my brain before I get to the good stuff. Also like last time I don't have much planning done other than knowing what to take with and how to work on my motorcycle. This is a fine enough approach when the travel time is a year plus (I decided I really want to make this two years) but it does leave some holes.

Our perpetual spring broke last weekend, so I took the bike down to Santa Cruz for a 100 mile loop. It had been a while. I need long rides to really feel settled on the bike. Three miles to work and back is a different experience.

Not that my mind is out of the funnel yet much less on the road, but when this one is done...I'm contemplating some massage therapy related stuff. All I know is my life will not be worth living if I spend it in an office in front of a computer, as the past two years just taught me.