Matters at work and elsewhere were rather busy for me, I made a little Day One entry about the occasion, left it at that. Somara’s recent illness has distracted me a tad plus we went out for dinner before going home. This was followed by turning off my brain via Netflix; almost done with the core run of American Dad, aka Family Guy 2.0.
The biggest, most uplifting matter was having a meeting with the hiring manager for the job I didn’t land. It was nice to know the decision was tight because the group will be adding at least two more positions, ergo, I could cinch it next time. Emphasis on could. Yet it’s a decent feeling along with the encouragement I received on auditioning to join a parallel engineering team nicknamed Response (it’s another layer of support dedicated to the phone people, less customer interaction).
Meanwhile, last year was the horrendous snow storm in Austin, something we experience once or twice a decade. The bigger crisis was our lack of water for three days. Thankfully our pipes didn’t burst but boy did I reek until we spent the night in a hotel. I skipped taking a shower for 48 hours…tops. I wasn’t undertaking any strenuous exercise to keep the sweating down. How I wish the frozen lizard I stumbled upon thawed out and got revived. Poor creature, it got killed pretty suddenly during the night, probably looking for bugs to eat.
It’s hard to believe how quickly 18 years have zipped by too. All those “kids” I met while working at University Towers when I arrived are now 36. Many probably have their own families with children in grade school. Too frightening to think about at great length, namely the spoiled assholes who I figure are working on various GOP campaigns to bring back the Gilded Age.
Things are looking up! Work has one silver lining remaining. Good shows are coming to Austin outside of the annoying SXSW (Thomas Dolby is playing, damn it!). Our GWD team will giving the regular Wednesday night game at Mr. Tramp’s a try, yet I must bow out for the Seinfeld or Whedon rounds. I don’t mind the former, despise the latter but am ignorant of both. How I would like another Futurama attempt to redeem myself.
Now I remembered the thing nagging me at the back of my mind…we lucked out on getting tickets to the Princess Bride feast and quote-along. It’s not on Valentine’s Day but the day after which is close enough for me. Alamo Drafthouse better do some non-feast screenings too, I would like to geek out sans the $48 meal.
More-focused posts will follow. I promise.