Wednesday, July 16, 1997 -- A change in plans
Finished Jigsaw Woman today. Interesting mythology, very much the female vs the male. And as in most of those stories told today, the female principle wins. At least this time it wasn't anti-men, just anti-male, if that makes any sense.		My day started by sleeping late. I rushed to dress, and catch the bus, arriving less than a minute before the bus did. Work was work...typical, boring, non-exiting Visual Basic programming. I guess if I liked it more, I'd write about it more too. Or maybe if I hated it more. On the elevator, leaving today, I heard Rafiq, one of the other systems consultants (a programmer) talking with Betsy, one of our Business Analysts. He was exited because he was going to be taking on a Business Analyst, limelight role in his next project. No more programming for him, instead endless meetings, constantly in the forefront. Betsy nodded to him, congratulated him, and the elevator reached the first floor. I stepped out, thinking, "Is this what the people in my profession value as the next career move?" It's certainly not what I want. I don't need or want to be in the limelight. At least not that sort of a one. I'm still figuring out what it is that I want to do, anyway. They are increasing the bus fares here in charlotte, but we've got new buses, to go with it. Cushiony chairs and all. Kinda nice, it's still cheaper than parking downtown. I decided to stop the bus early, and walk over to Heroes, where I get my comics. After I got off the bus, I noticed the threatening thunderstorms and rain that was building up in the general direction of my apartment. I went ahead and got my comics, but decided to eat, and wait, and see if the storm would pass. After eating, and reading my comics, the storm still hadn't started much less passed, so I walked on home. I was passed by a cute woman with a pink dropwaisted dress. She walked quickly by me, grinning, and going. I called out to her, "Racing the storm?" Not willing to stop, she just nodded her head and kept on going. I don't think it ever actually rained. At least, not at my place. When I got home, it was late, but there was no message on my voicemail. I called Azura, and left a message. I hadn't talked to her yesterday, like we'd planned, and I wondered what was up. I got online, checked my email, and there was one from her. She's not going to the picnic this weekend. Which drastically changes my plans. Now, I've got the whole trip to do on friday, and then back on sunday, with no real chance to split it up... and more importantly, she won't be there. I hope she takes this chance to think, like she said, and that she realizes how much I love her. I hope we can work out the things we need to, and that our futures are co-mingled, together. Generic Joe's A Typical Male