Still hiding out in the hotel, the money promised from the previous employer evaporated. I'll let the lawyers deal with it. I went and made an offer on a log cabin on 10 acres of boar infested, panther crossing sign in front of the house, and god only knows if velociraptors are in the back forty piece of paradise.
Our most common comment here is "what the heck is that thing?".
All is well, car is fixed, and I can even hold my own in rush hour traffic now,
I don't miss a darn thing from NY. At least here folks are polite. It's almost un-nerving at times.
The familial Millrats have decided that we are in fact in the witness protection program, and I am merely refusing to admit it. I've told them that their past is what they present to people here, because most people are from somewhere else.
I've spent at least one day each weekend since arrival, on a beach, be it east or west coast. I watched the sun come up in Cocoa Beach and on the same day watched it set in Sarasota, just because I can. I answer my phone when it is convenient to me. I even leave the house without it from time to time. I took a solid month to detach from having to have that darn phone in sight at all times. I think they call that de-tox.
Work took a new direction. They realized that I could actually do what they hired me to do. and threw several projects at me. As I fix the problems created by those who started these projects, I unfortunately get my name recognized further up the chain of command. I often think I am my own worst enemy. I cancelled an unnecessary $10,000 order in the project I started last week, and all hell broke loose. A 30 year veteran of this company heard me out and backed me 100% to the owner.
My butt is covered this time.
All things considered, I've found no reason to regret this choice. If we get the financing for the cabin, I'll post a picture.
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