Tuesday, July 29, 1997 -- Starting Over
Another good day to play 52 Card Pickup.		I drove home on Sunday, getting in about midnight. I was right to bed, and spent monday getting the pictures of the #Bisex picnic put up. Today, they called BossMan and I into a little meeting,and told us that our St.Louis Customers were cancelling all external projects. Including ours. We were assured it had nothing to do with our performance. I nodded at this, knowing that, in general, they were pleased with our design efforts. But they were out of money, or didn't feel like they could manage us, so end of project. It was sort of a shock at first, but not really bad. Part of why I'm a consultant is so that I don't work on one project for months on end, with no hope in sight. I've been on this project for six months now,and I am ready for a change. If I'm lucky it will be interesting, and keep me going for awhile, at least until some of the other parts of my life settle out. I've got an appointment to get my hair cut (finally) on Thursday. I don't really want to get it cut, since I've received some complements on it [it could use a trim]. But I've never been one of those people who were adamant about not cutting their hair. I got it cut for this job, and I'll get it cut again. It'll grow again, too. But at this time in my life, when Azura and I are discussing moving, making plans based on the fact I'll be busy into November, and generally expecting work to be a stable place, I didn't need this. Now everything is in flux again. I like flux, one I can reach out and grab it, manipulate it. Once I can see the possible outcomes, and have some guesses at the results of my choices. I use the nick kaos on IRC, because I do like flux. This time I feel like I have less choices, or that some of the choices I have are too uncertain. One of the choice dangled in front of me is moving to St.Louis. I don't particularly like Charlotte, and I want to move. But, do I want to move to St.Louis? That's the question. Later. Couldn't sleep tonight, worrying too much about everything, even the car/license thing. All of it irrational, all of it just stuff I don't know yet. Talked with friends on IRC until they calmed me down, and let me get tired. Thanks Neecy, Demeter, and Phnee! Generic Joe's A Typical Male