It's an early spring, 12 degrees Celsius outside and I'm restless as all out. 3 days of this, each successive day warmer than the last - tomorrow it's forecast to snow. And there's little enough snow on the ground now, it's all been melting faster than the Columbia Icefields.
The cats, they've been thrown outside to enjoy the weather, the orange tabby sits at the door and mews, it's cat abuse, this, the other cat slinks inside as soon as the door is opened, they should be dying to get out and enjoy the weather, they've been housebound for 4 months, but neither seems inclined to enjoy it. They'd rather sit on the stairs and the sofa and hiss at one another.
And I finish the code for the job I want, send it off. It's basic, I've figured out that some of my coding errors were related to the 1and1 server environment, not much I can do about that. And in any event it's time - it's working, simple, I could work on it a year - or more, but what would it get me?
The restaurant calls, they've been calling for the past couple of days, I've been afraid to answer the phone. But I do and I'm summoned, the new schedule is ready, I'm due back at work next week. I should be thrilled, but...
I should be thrilled.
I have to remind myself that it's only temporary, a step on the road to better things but the thought of returning fills me with dread and a profound depression.
The schedule, they've honored my request, it's somewhat reduced, livable even (although the night shifts and weekends mess up my imaginary social life...), there will be time,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
The other job? What if they should call, if they should review the code and forgive my ignorance or see something worth investing in? IT would be preferable, certainly, but Pa, having rehired me (although to be fair I didn't reapply, I was summoned), would take it amiss that I should leave, regardless of the opportunity. In any event neither of these are the choices I should be considering in an ideal world, there's enough on my plate to keep me busy for centuries....And so it begins again...