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Saturday, March 16, 2002
13:58: I'm loving working from home. Sure, seeing the 16 outlets that still haven't been replaced, the boxes that haven't been unpacked, the baseboards that have not yet been repainted, the blinds that have not been rehung (I'm pretty much giving my neighbors a free striptease every night), and the masking tape that hasn't been removed can become a bit distracting, but I love being able to get up, make myself a sandwich, and then start cracking at work again. Plus, it really makes it much easier to pull long days of coding when you know it's happening for your own benefit rather than because of someone else's decision to bill a lot of money for your time.
I still owe everyone pictures of the repainting and new place... unfortunatley, my camera doesn't do wide angles, so the photos will be less than pretty. But they'll make do...
Tuesday, March 12, 2002
00:02: Someday, I'll write a paper on the trials and tribulations of being a single person shopping for groceries...then again, single as a term might be a misnomer, although the general situation makes me unsure... not to get into too many details--just to say that I'm finding myself letting myself become emotionally available, and that chances are that it's gonna start hurting sooner rather than later...
Sunday, March 03, 2002
23:31: So, big weekend. Closed on the condo, got laid off the day after. Not unexpected, but certainly not something that makes you feel warm and fuzzy. I could go on for a while on how they're stupid, poor managers, unable to see what the company was about, but that would only give them credence. Truth be told, I'm somewhat relieved, and I don't really envy those who remained in the sinking carcass of a ship that once could have sailed far.
With the help of eight great friends, the apartment got painted. Before and after pictures coming soon, but let's just say that the hodgepodge of colors that I call Easter Gone Evil is now gone, replaced with sandy, earthy, foresty hues---and the red boldness of my future Study.