Dec 07
… And the doubt slams itself home
I woke up this morning about half a step away from seriously ill. I hate it when my body does this to me. I got a call yesterday from our favorite “dude, you’re getting a” computer company. They offered me $13.50 an hour and I pretty much just walked down the hall and put in my notice.
I had a discussion with my boss about some of the things I had noticed in my brief period of employment there. He appeared to not pay attention to them at all, since from what I heard he immediately went out and started doing exactly what I said was bad to do. Oh well, I’m leavin’.
The wind is blowing like a motherfucker, and from the Idaho road report everywhere on Earth has snow except for where I’m going. I hope it stays that way but I’m not holding my breath, so I may be spending the evening in Jackpot, Nevada.