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I haven't been silent the last four days because I was in a funk or anything, even if that would be a reasonable supposition. No, I've been out & about.
Thursday: latex dinner. A one-liter beer & schnitzel on Capitol Hill. The organizers were worried that we wouldn't be able to get enough space without a rezzo, but if you get enough rubber-clad freaks together, anything is possible. Yes, eye candy, but also listening to a fellow techie talk about the stress of dealing with a layoff from a certain local tech giant. Oy. I feel you, bro. And if I had any sense I'd get ready.
Speaking of work, I've been caught between the Scylla of security and the Charybdis of customer satisfaction. But I'm not facing it alone, and because I'm a social butterfly I've been made aware of options that I didn't know I had. Excelsior?
My son passed along an invitation to Ex's birthday dinner just hours before I was going to buy groceries to cook dinner for him. Good timing, kiddo. So yesterday he drove me all the way to Chuck's Hop Shop in Seward Park, where apparently they do real food more or less, and talked to Ex & her Mr. Right Now*.
Ex asked me if I was making plans to bug out of the US. Not seriously, I told her. A couple of other things she said prompted me to ask about her anxiety meds. There are things I miss about my ex, but her anxiety disorder is not among them. I'm not proud to say that when I first noticed her being worried & afraid about things that didn't really make sense not long after we met, I snickered at it. I didn't know what it was until years later. Moral: if you're in a new relationship and something seems off, don't ignore it.
*She's been dating him for what, ten years now? Fifteen? I can't even remember. But she really did call him that once.
Thursday: latex dinner. A one-liter beer & schnitzel on Capitol Hill. The organizers were worried that we wouldn't be able to get enough space without a rezzo, but if you get enough rubber-clad freaks together, anything is possible. Yes, eye candy, but also listening to a fellow techie talk about the stress of dealing with a layoff from a certain local tech giant. Oy. I feel you, bro. And if I had any sense I'd get ready.
Speaking of work, I've been caught between the Scylla of security and the Charybdis of customer satisfaction. But I'm not facing it alone, and because I'm a social butterfly I've been made aware of options that I didn't know I had. Excelsior?
My son passed along an invitation to Ex's birthday dinner just hours before I was going to buy groceries to cook dinner for him. Good timing, kiddo. So yesterday he drove me all the way to Chuck's Hop Shop in Seward Park, where apparently they do real food more or less, and talked to Ex & her Mr. Right Now*.
Ex asked me if I was making plans to bug out of the US. Not seriously, I told her. A couple of other things she said prompted me to ask about her anxiety meds. There are things I miss about my ex, but her anxiety disorder is not among them. I'm not proud to say that when I first noticed her being worried & afraid about things that didn't really make sense not long after we met, I snickered at it. I didn't know what it was until years later. Moral: if you're in a new relationship and something seems off, don't ignore it.
*She's been dating him for what, ten years now? Fifteen? I can't even remember. But she really did call him that once.
