Greasing Up The Wheel

Turns out what I feared was coming was the other end of the tunnel.  

The changes I thought were a bad sign were actually an increase in responsibility and visibility.  Just need to keep on keeping on.  A little bit easier to make my way through the day, and a new chance to learn.

So I'm still going to tweak and deploy a resume, and see what might be available.  I would love to find that I am in the place where I can stay until I'm ready to retire.  Based on current rates, I believe that, at some time in the next 70 years, I will be ready to retire.  Based on current current and expected trends, I believe I may have somewhere between 10-25 years left to work.  If I am lucky and avoid falling ... well, anything, pretty much.  Germs are high on that list.

So yeah.  

Other than that, I do really get irritated with the cruft that comes along with the current interation of Facebook.  As a professional introvert, I do find that I am in need of some additional human interaction.  For a time, it came through my connections to my friends, then the friends I made through my children, then my friends I made through work.  These days, 99% of my interaction with others is through the computer.

And mentally, I do not feel that I've really suffered any sort of mental degradation or downward spiral.  I am slightly more needy in the reading side of the world, as I feel like I'm not getting enough to read that helps me to ... well, get smarter.  I read a lot of WTF information (most days, the news is about 85% WTF, 5% Wow That's Cool, and 10% Makes No #$%$( sense.  Which seems to be a good 50% increase in the WTF portion, while the "I learned something" has dropped from about 40% to most days Zero or lower.  

So yeah.  I'm still here, still braining, still finding a twisted joy in taking the occasional scammer call where they're trying to lower the interest rate on the credit card I don't have, or the Amazon Police call me to let me know there's a problem with my Amazon Card I don't have, or this week's capital winners were the Microsoft Police (yes, that old chesnut) who are concerned that my Surface seems to be broken.  Fascinating.  Nearly every nearby surface I can see is whole and relatively undamaged.  If, however, they're concerned about the Surface computer, well, yes, I do believe that is in fact broken - as in it has not yet broken out from the factory and made it's way to me.  In all likelihood, this is probably due to the rather minor impediment of me having not yet decided they're worth a tenth of their price and paying accordingly.  

The other twat who gets the old concrete star, to be placed around their neck shortly before being offered to step off the end of the plank over the side of the ship, preferably over a rather deep part of Lake Superior.  Look, if I'm gonna dispose of something useless, I am sure as hell not going to go to the south Pacific and drop said numbnuts into the Marianas Trench - if I shoved every idiot off a plank over that hole that deserved it, we'd lose that unexplored depth to a vast number of fools filling the trench.  Maybe we could just pile them around old Vladie Putin, and let the smell of their rotting corpses and their diseases get to him, eventually.  

This week's twat was extremely concerned for my health care Insurance.  Not my health, not that he cared, but my God, the concern he had for my insurance, and wanting to be sure that I was fully covered, by asking for my policy, well, I told him to tell his parents to be quite proud he was the end of their gene pool, the bleach had undoubtedly worked, fuck off and die, dipshit - then I hung up.  I wasn't at my best, obviously, I had a lot of other things to get done, he just happened to call while I was on lunch, not waiting to talk to someone else about a patient's insurance.

Yeah, my world.  It's weird, I do what I can to amuse myself.  And now, time for bed.