If Dennis doesn’t have the car home before wings… well, I probably
won’t do anything, since I’ll forget about it by the next time I see
him. But I won’t be happy. Not at all.
The first work day since the quitting (which was Sunday) was
interesting, if just because of the rumors about the reasoning behind
my exit that had sprang up in my absence. My personal favourite was the
one that had me moving to Ontario with my brother to work for him. I
can’t make this crap up, people.
Other more humourous ones (such as me going to Iran to assasinate the Shah)
were, of course, exchanged over the course of the evening, but I figure
that ‘Ontario’ one just beats them all for sheer believability.
That little rumor did, on the plus side, accurately illustrate one of
my frustrations about working in such an insular environment. Though
Danny did bring up the point that I usually fly under the radar of such
things… it was only fair that I get grinded by the rumor mill on the
Saying goodbye is tough. Not necessarily to the job, but to some of the people involved, whom I will miss working with.
Super Bowl’s gonna be Colts-Panthers, I think.
Taking classes regularly (at Mount Royal, for those of you outside the
know) hasn’t been as difficult as I imagined thus far, save for my
feeling really, really old. The routine is coming back easily (save for
the near half-hour walk there, but when you think about it, I cover a
lot more than that in a typical work day), though it’s far too early to
say how I’ll fare. Of course, I wish I had gone back sooner, but the
time away has afforded some perspective, and a patience I don’t think I
had before. I’ve lost some of the urgency, even though I’m at a spot
where a lot of others seem to already be into their ‘careers’.
In the past couple of years, I’ve struggled with the idea that dropping
out of university didn’t make me a bad person, or a failure in life.
Working at Safeway, seeing others who were in similar spots, or had
already made their choice, only reminded me of that preconcieved
‘failure’. Seeing friends succeed, and do well, would occasionally
weigh on me, when I couldn’t answer, “What are YOU doing?” to my own
(or their) satisfaction.
I don’t claim to be past such insecurities and second-guessing, but I
think getting my head back into the books has helped my psyche recover
from that near-fatal blow. I have my share of regrets, but I don’t
think dropping out of programming is one of them. And I do thank God
for the experiences (and the people) he’s blessed me with in that time
away from academia.
The journey, to say the least, is far from over.