Something, No Doubt
So, rumor mill aside, the company was reasonably quiet Friday; no one apparently shown the door, no stories of happiness or disaster whispered in the halls. We will now see how this plays out over the next two weeks. We've had a forty percent reduction in staff these last two years so I don't think my paranoia is ill founded even if my timing is bad. I feel I've turned the corner, though, and started doing things, little things, to prepare for my own demise. This is good.
Overcast, an early drizzly rain, breakfast at the usual place, eggs over easy. I wonder if that bout with food poisoning came with one of their eggs over easy. Eggs over medium from now on I decided as I wolfed them down.
A walk downtown, a walk around, a walk back home. I've not been walking enough (he said) and I've been writing too much (he said). I need to cut loose from habit and sit (or walk) and wait and look for whatever's next. What's next? Something, no doubt.