It's Too Time

Writing continues. It's going very well. I'm pleased with what I have.

It's back to the drawing board, as far as job searching goes. I've still got a few applications dangling around in the fissures of bureaucratic lassitude, so I'm going to be sending a few more out.

Felt a little pang of rejection this morning. More because of the company's inability to follow up on their promise to give me phone call than the fact that they decided not to hire me. I am overqualified for that job, and I can do better for myself.

For some reason the dating metaphor sticks again. It's as if I went on two dates with someone, and I was somewhat interested but ultimately unsure, and she was unsure on the surface, but mostly uninterested. So, at the end of the second date, she says she'll call me for the next one, but never does. I'm left to think for myself: okay, she's probably not interested, but was there some failure to communicate? I try to call a couple times, but she doesn't pick up. I give up at that point. Certainly annoyed at the false promise and the shoddy, disrespectful failure to be explicit, but keeping clearly in mind that I am quite happy to move on.

So here I am. No sitting in a windowless office next to a noisy copier for less pay than I would like and no benefits. Man, it sounds like a stinker when I describe it like that.

But no more about that stuff. Actually, it's time to go to bed, and I ought to be firm with the amount of rest I allow myself. The biggest thing on my mind at the moment is Sunday - I plan on going through with an IT blackout. That will mean no computer, no phone, no alarm clocks or watches (I use two regularly). I'm also thinking no car, but that's not so essential (as long as I don't use the radio). But i's not much of a sacrifice - I can always do without driving.

I think I should post a message somewhere, telling people they'll need to see me in person if they want to talk with me on Sunday. Not that I'm a terribly in-demand kind of person.

So, of course, I won't be blogging on Sunday. I often don't blog, but this time there's a meaning behind it.

The real challenge is going to be getting everything done I want to get done tomorrow: it could mean quite a lot of coding and writing. At least 4 hours coding and perhaps a solid two of writing. We'll see.

I'll sleep on it.

Dream well, all.