And so the calendar turns over to another year and I got to be ill physically and mentally again for it. Rather annoying too. I plan to move up my appointment with the doc since there have been some rather powerful forces gnawing at me while I’ve been stuck with my thoughts. Not all of it centers on work yet I would say it’s probably the crux, namely given the conclusion that I’ve decided I’m no longer training people who should’ve been trained long before they joined our organization, namely what is called “leadership.” Until I receive some solid proof of them helping me pursue my goals beyond praise, then I cutting back what I do since I’m calling in favors to look into other options. Apple has been decent to me, I would equate it with a marriage although my real one to Somara is working out better. Lately, if matters don’t improve, then I am willing to call it quits with my employer for the last 15 years. Other friends made the move and they often remind me about how stingy Apple is. It’s not the money for me, I often manage to get through with what I earn, it’s just the lack of advancement while I get told how instrumental I’ve been while once again, I have to integrate someone brought from outside. I don’t see how this is a serious compliment, especially given the handful of people they went with who quickly crashed and burned.
I’ll play it by ear…
Meanwhile, I stumbled upon the funny artwork to make this header. Truer words were never spoken when it comes to my former homeland. Recently I bought a book discussing how the US, really North America is 11 distinct nations within the borders of three polities. Illinois is covered by at least three from the map in the book’s opening. Given the illustration’s hair and terrible tastes in music, I would say Appalachia’s influence reigns supreme over Yankeedom or the Midlanders. I couldn’t find a large enough version to fill the entire space so I padded it with three favorite movies celebrating their 30th birthdays in 2015.
My resolutions are up and heading forward, I hope. Sadly, 2014 was a huge year of setbacks, namely my weight. It returned to the same amount it was in late 2007 thanks to illness, stress and general apathy. Financials could be better too yet they’re nowhere as awful as my weight, trust me, we’re looking pretty solid in the upcoming year. Our last time share deed will be paid in full by late Spring, then we can hammer Somara’s last student loan, improving the odds it will join the others in early 2016. I’m off to a roaring start on getting the KMAG archives podcasts back under way (as of now, WMAG1-4 exist alongside XMAS 1992 and a special project I owed a friend on turning 16). After #5, I’m going to give the sequential episodes a rest to resurrect the last great annual collection of hits I bothered to do, Austintatious 1994. I really ran out of gas in 1995 on with those tapes (with the exception of XMAS 1995) due to Austin being a more happening place, filled with better and more interesting distractions.
All those stories I promised near the end obviously fell through. They’re still mentally queued up and I hope to plow through. Meanwhile, the Comments ability on the site broke a few days ago. No idea why or how. I scoured forums but these people could’ve posted their clues/answers in Ancient Greek and I wouldn’t know the difference. Small wonder the majority just give up the ghost to use tumblr and blogspot. I did make arrangements with my friend Jeremy to transfer Picayune over to a more reliable server. Then I can wipe out the Mini in the house to just run QTSS…no wait, I can’t easily do that due to the calendars. Oh wait, I can. The key calendars were removed from the server a couple years ago, Somara and I only share one to keep track, this can be remedied quickly. Let’s see if I can gain greater reliability via Jeremy, then I’ll be ready to ditch AT&T when Google Fiber gets to Pflugerville.