July 23rd, 2003

sideways naked

I am moved

I'm sure I will eventually get used to the near-constant sounds of the bathroom doors opening and the toilets flushing, much as I got used to the sound of trains passing by when I lived near railroad tracks.

My computer was gone when I got in this morning, so I figured that meant I should move all the rest of my stuff. I'm all moved in, now. Computer and phone transfer were invisible to me. I've got more room in this cubicle, both floor space and desk space, but I'm sure that will quickly disappear under a mountain of papers. We'll see.

Yesterday's Foxtrot got me in the mood to watch Tron, so I started watching it last night in the bath, then moved to my bedroom. Turned it off as I was getting sleepy, a little after 9. I'd seen all of the cool stuff I'd wanted to see already, anyway (the games). I was probably asleep before 9:15. Heard thunder at arond 4:45. Decided the rain meant I wasn't going running. As nice as running in the rain might be, it just doesn't work with glasses. It had stopped raining by the time I got up, but it started again sometime while I was underground. I got a bit soaked on the walk from Arlington to work.

Feeling down, and I know the reason. It's something I could change, but the alternatives are worse. Maybe. Blah.

Feelings of qestioning what the point of my existence is. I'm not doing much recently that I consider productive. I guess I should get back to being productive. But the feeling down mentioned above is getitng in the way of that. Blah blah blah.

Busy weekend already. And I've got a new book. Escape escape escape.

One year coming up

in a little over a month, I will have been at this job for a year. I looked back at my journal entry talking about my first day. I noted a few differences:

  • I had a car then.
  • I didn't know about the connection from the Orange Line at Downtown Crossing to the Green Line at Park Street.

How weird those differences seem to me now. And how weird me-a-year-ago would have found the fact of not owning a car.


My new cube is right by an air vent. Brings back memories of Prentice Hall, where I was also right by an air vent. I'll have to try to remember to bring in a jacket or something to keep in the office.

On the whole, though, I'm satisfied with my new cubicle.


I got some new stuff yesterday at work. The date we said we'd have it all done was August 6th, but the person who gave me the work said we'd like to have it done sooner. Like early next week for the first bit and sometime before August 6th for the second bit.

I just finished up the first bit. Feels nice to be significantly ahead of schedule. Let's see how I can do with the rest of it. I wonder if this will reflect well on me, or if no one will notice. I really do want to make a good impresison at work. It's probably more important to me than it should be. But, really, I feel that the stuff I do at work is among the stuff that I'm best at, so it's important to me to have other people see me as good at things I see myself as good at. Or something.