Wednesday. A retirement lunch and then a retirement party later in the afternoon at the office for two people who are retiring after some god awful number of years, one of them Mr. S. with whom I've shared more than a few glasses of Guinness. Should have had the lunch on another day, though, as the party later in the afternoon included a really elaborate spread complete with wine. Hi, ho. I shot some pictures, which is fine, but now I have to manipulate them and bring them into work tomorrow, else why was I shooting pictures if not to put them up on our internal web site? For kicks? Out of habit? To maintain my reputation as a camera geek: the guy in the white hat carrying the Nikon boat anchor over his shoulder? Sure, why not?
An interesting occurance, though. One of the people at the lunch who'd been with our company and then left when his division was sold off some time back when times were tough came up to me and introduced himself addressing me as “aka The Sole Proprietor”? Hmmm. Said he liked the journal, said he'd run across it years ago when he'd done a search on barbecue in Oakland. I'd evidently written about barbecue in Oakland. I always wonder who in the company may be reading my journal, I've told more than a few people at the office about it, and I've wondered if one day it might get me fired. Corporations are nervous about employees who write online. That was a much bigger deal for me in recent years: health issues, job issues, no money in the bank. Doesn't matter as much anymore, since I'm pretty sure I'm far enough along to survive. A relief, after all these years, believing you can move on and survive.
Thursday. Nice day, warm, cool in the morning, hot but not too hot later in the afternoon. Friday tomorrow, a Friday before a three day weekend. Have I ever mentioned my feelings about three day weekends, three days without the office, three days sleeping in? I haven't? How curious.