So here I am sitting here at work. Pondering stuff. That seems to be the kind of guy I am. I am a ponderer. However I do have a tendency to do stuff eventually. Work is going OK, we are in a lull so I have been stuck doing documentation. I am the highest paid secretary you will ever see. It was like this at the IRS too. You code a little and then you end up writing for months on what you did. Back when I was more of a peon all I did was code. Anyway, the lull should be over in a month and then they will either renew my contract and I will be coding again or I will be on the hunt again. This time I am not worried, because I have had recruiters call me everyday since I started this job. Also even the IRS wants me back - that won't happen unless they change things. I think I am better suited for small to medium companies, things happen quickly with them and there is always something to do. I am also pondering life. You know where I am headed. I always ask that question. Probably more so than anyone I know. I like self improvement sometimes, other times I like self satisfaction. I heard the chick that I had the tiff with on this blog a year ago still doesn't like me. That is to be expected but I am like George Costanza - everyone must like me ;-) It seems lately coworkers and friends thinks I am wrong about stuff. I am really starting to not care what people think anymore. Not everyone is right about me, matter of fact most people are all wrong. I've been pretty repressed most of I my life so who I am most people have no clue. Even about things like being a Christian - about half of my associates have no idea. Then I think about the band and all of the fair weather friends I had. Even ex-bandmates seem to be gone from my life. Then I think about the non-fair weather friends like Peetey and Mr.T and even Benz. Those are the real friends I will have until I die. I guess because I have them to compare all my other friends to they don't match up. I even think about the old coworkers I had that I used to keep in touch with. I have 7 years of good coworkers to talk to and they seem to be off doing their own thing. I used to think everything is a two way street, meaning if they wanted to communicate they would call me and vice versa. I guess its time for me to make the calls. Wait a minute, this whole post wasn't funny. What am I doing? Let's see, when I was a kid living in Alaska there was this tree I liked to climb. It had big branches and the bark tasted like bubble gum. One day I climbed too high and it took over an hour for me to psych myself up enough to climb down. Eventually I got down, but now that I think about it, the hard part should've been going up the tree and not down. How weird is that?

Thought of the Day
"Many Christmases ago, I went to buy a doll for my son. I reached for the last one they had, but so did another man. As I rained blows upon him, I realized there had to be another way."
"What happened to the doll?"
"It was destroyed. But out of that a new holiday was born... A Festivus for the rest of us!At the Festivus dinner, you gather your family around and tell them all the ways they have disappointed you over the past year."
"And is there a tree?"
"No. Instead, there's a pole. Requires no decoration. I find tinsel distracting."
"Frank, this new holiday of yours is scratching me right where I itch."
- Frank and Kramer, in "The Strike"