The More Things Change, The More They Become Different…

Dear Friends of the Friendless,

Still traveling, still in multiple places at what seems like the same time. I’ve been having fun with some people who are also making the trek from America’s Finest Just Okay City to the Hub Of The Valley and believe that they just saw me in San Diego before they left. “How could you be here? Weren’t you just… Um… Nice to see you! Are you working here now?”

That’s the question, isn’t it? Not just from me but from nearly everybody I come in contact with. My coconspirators in the department treat my departure as a forgone conclusion. Friends elsewhere in the organization for whom I’ve done satisfactory work would rather I not leave.

It’d sure be neat if I could make a definitive decision. (I almost commented on how that might be the reason why I’m not in management, but, well, you know… It’s funny! Just laugh and move on.) Kinda hoping that it would take care of itself but that’s not happening either.

All I know is that the year will end without anything substantive happening on that front. That’s almost two weeks away in case you aren’t counting.

I’m counting though and just started Christmas shopping today. Book store, gizmo store, general store, and I’ve only found things for two people on my list. Two! Better get busy (and paid), eh?

A visit to the folks is long overdue, and while they’re hosting the festivities next weekend, I think I’ll drop down (stumble off of) the Hill and check in tomorrow. Surely they’ll have something fun going on there. More on that, later.

Your pal,

bob