Man its been an insane week. As some of you may know, I was put back in technical support. Sure, I had a choice to be laid off but really, anyone with a newborn, car payments, mortgage or whatever doesn’t really have a choice now do they? Here is an interesting snippet of word history:

“The great jurist Sir Edward Coke, who lived from 1552 to 1634, has explained why the term mortgage comes from the Old French words mort, ?dead,? and gage, ?pledge.? It seemed to him that it had to do with the doubtfulness of whether or not the mortgagor will pay the debt. If the mortgagor does not, then the land pledged to the mortgagee as security for the debt ?is taken from him for ever, and so dead to him upon condition, &c. And if he doth pay the money, then the pledge is dead as to the [mortgagee].? This etymology, as understood by 17th-century attorneys, of the Old French term morgage, which we adopted, may well be correct. The term has been in English much longer than the 17th century, being first recorded in Middle English with the form morgage and the figurative sense ?pledge? in a work written before 1393.”


Anyway, I don’t really want to gush the politics at work. It basically sucks. I am glad I was offered a choice but the whole affair was discouraging. Especially for the other people had to go through something similar. Most of them, however, were simply told the other day that they don’t have a job anymore. After a couple years of hard work and dedication I am at square one. It was a huge morale hit. I am glad someone saw my value. My friends in my server development department had a lot of wisdom they shared for which I am always grateful. I have learned a lot while working there. As a parting gift, I received a membership to ACM. Awesome stuff. I have already made quick use of the online bookshelves that come with the membership. Thank you, thank you and thank you.

I have quite a bit angst built up in me over the whole affair actially. Nothing terrible but things I need to vent. This is more for me than anybody else. I hated the idea of working for a friend of mine. It was going to be odd. And my week notice was shoved back in my face. Apparently the assholes running the place require more time when someone is going to leave. I find it a courtesy to give any notice at all and making it an arbitrary length of time is irrelevent. Every day I stay at my old job is losing me money. That doesn’t matter to them. All they care about is themselves. They can “let you go” on the spot in this at-will state. And honestly, I wanted to give notice to make it better for both of us. A week would be plenty for them and me to make arrangements. Its all just silly. Being told that I have to be back from my lunch on time on my last day of work, although understandable in a management sense, shows a complete lack of understanding into the human condition and the reality is it comes from poor managers who are unable to cope with loss and other real, day to day changes of a work environment. And to top that, they have some sort of rule that you can’t come back and work for them if you go to a place where you make more. Talk about a place determined to see you fail or be miserable! I would never want to work for that place ever again anyway but I was really hoping to leave with a good reputation. At least I have references from those people that matter.

My parents came by and purchased us some storm doors for the house. They were recently installed (after a couple week delay). They look wonderful and the functionality of these doors is very nice. It seems reasonable now to leave the front and back doors open while lowering the screens. Its made the house a bit cooler. We were getting worried that by summer we would be roasting in this little house.

So I have been thinking a lot about life and the stuff going on around me. I look back at my high school presentation on self-actualization and look at all the folks from those years who suddenly started contacting me and I think wow have times come and gone. The changes that have happened. The degrees that may or may not have been earned. The condition of their life. The where abouts. What is in the future for me, my wife and son? How do I support them? I am now primarily a father and husband. Am I then a provider? What is my role? Dr. Maslow must have been on to something.

This weekend has been a whirlwind. We drove down to my in-laws this weekend and spent the weekend there. They seem to be doing well. We stopped by my parents’ and we went to dinner with my sister. I was very happy to touch base with my family. Its been difficult adjusting to the care of our newborn. Often times we feel alone in the process and as my wife is about to re-enter the workforce the care for our son is suddenly a huge unknown. We had some amazing steaks at my friends house. They introduced me to a very tangy new barbecue sauce. I don’t remember the name but they sell it at Costco. Good times.

But what exactly makes all this a whirlwind? Let’s just say that will be where I commute to everyday starting soon. Yes, I am still grasping how the heck that happened. I am excited. I am confused. And… well… I am excited.

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