Teh Wife and I went up to Wisconsonia to see an opera (Hansel and Gretel) put on by a couple friends and their operatic friends in the middle of nowhere. It was good times. ALL ABOARD THE OPERA TRAIN. It was supposed to be outdoors or something, but it was raining.
So last night I dropped by my old dormitory from uni because this was its last year of service. I got caught up with the old resident heads and such in my house and ran into some friends of mine. At 11 some folks said, hey man, wanna play Settlers of Catan here in the lounge? And I said, dude, I'm down for it.
"No, Renate, I'm not going to dance."
"Don't be a party-pooper!"
It was past three and the music was fantastic. The speakers were test boxes, Jürgen's latest development. My neighbour Jürgen is well-known to audiophiles and audio engineers. But I don't dance, not even when Jürgen, his girlfriend Ingrid and her visiting twin sister Renate are. I belong to that very small subset of white men who not only know they can't dance but who also actively avoid doing so.
"I feel like a fool when I try and I know I look like one, too."
And back she went to dance with the other two. I opened another bottle of wine, some cheap merlot from Aldi which was surprisingly good. And as I started pouring a glass I was once again hounded by the redhead.
A lobotomy isn't a $MegaCorp exit requirement. I know this because on occasion I meet up with Johnny and sometimes Poopyhead comes along, too. We have fun and drink and Johnny tries to get me to leave $MegaCorp and come to whichever shop is his current employer. I inevitably trump him with the fact that I have incredible flexi-time which, he painfully admits, is something $CurrentJob does not believe in.
Johnny sent in a ticket last week which was simple enough; I guess he just forgot the mechanics or didn't know if they'd changed since version 4.0.b. I sent him a quick answer and he gave me 10s across the board. That survey will be ignored. Not only is Johnny a buddy, he's one of the original BadBoys, a group of us less-than-corporate types (including Johnny, Poopyhead and me) who did our best to make the place more tolerable. Managers remember him all too well.
Today I got hit with a question from another former cow-orker. I remember him being good at his work and that he even had a sense of humour, so I'm hoping his managers forced him to write the stupidity he submitted in that ticket.
in ways I am still coming to terms with. However, prior to this change, I found myself hanging out with family, friends, and people who are quickly becoming friends. It was strange in some ways and in others quite refreshing.
I should be finishing some VB code and checking it into the system right now but I am distracted by these thoughts. They need to be moved so I can get on with the rest of everything else.
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