tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Hmmm.

Do I go back to a job to work with a friend who makes me laugh all day long, for a bunch of money, in a management type position without any development?

Or do I go to a new job for the same money, with some development work, some lead work?

Or a job with all development?

The first one is a guaranteed fun time, but a suck ass commute. The others are decent commutes, but no guarantee of hilarity.

Tough call.

Even if you don’t know that annoying “Git R Done” guy, this is funny.

So, Aaron had a biopsy done on something on his neck, and he got 3 stitches right above his collar on his neck. When he came home he had an enormous piece of gauze taped over the wound. They told him to keep a band aid over it at all times so he asked me if we had any.

I went to the guest bathroom and grabbed the first box I saw – generic brand, large flexible band aids. You know, the standard brown color. So he puts it on, and it’s clearly visible. Now being a guy, he doesn’t really care that he has this huge thing on his neck. I won’t go so far as to say it’s an eye sore, but you notice it. You wonder how the hell he cut his neck shaving so badly, and does he really have hair growing that far down on his neck? At any rate, he wears it for the next few days.

Wednesday comes around and he has to wear a suit to work since they’re giving a demo to the client. The band aid is still clearly visible.

He bought new dress shoes, so I told him he should take some band aids to work with him in case he got blisters. He either forgot or ignored my advice, but about two hours after he left for work I get a text message saying I was right about the blisters, and he has no band aids.

Poor boy. He comes home with huge open sores on the back of his heels. Well, it wasn’t really that gross, there was no blood. Anyway he needed much bigger band aids to cover his new wounds. So I went to see what else we had. Turns out we had about 3 other boxes of band aids of various shapes and brands.

After looking them all over, I walked back into the bedroom, laughing. His standard response to my laugh is, “Uh oh. What?” So I showed him what made me crack up – a box of clear band aids, which he could have been putting on his neck all week so he didn’t look like he had a seizure while shaving.

Still makes me laugh! Sorry, honey!

Ah, Caribou Coffee, how I love you and your Amy’s Blend. Such a delight in my mouth. I wait all year for these delectable beans to appear. And finally, heaven.

Yum.

Hi Elaine

I spent this weekend taking the MSF course, which basically teaches you how to ride a motorcycle. If you pass, you don’t have to take the test at the DMV, as an added bonus. And I did it!

It was a long, tiring, wet weekend though. The classroom portion was Friday night from 6.45-10pm. Loooong and not super interesting, since I had already learned most of the stuff from reading Aaron’s books. Saturday and Sunday were the riding days. And of course, there was a torrential downpour Saturday afternoon. Luckily it didn’t start raining until halfway through the course, but after it started, it didn’t stop. And it was coming down hard! I was standing in 2 inches of water in my boots. It was not fun. Of course, once we were on the bikes doing the exercises, I didn’t even notice that I was cold and wet, or that it was raining. It was just when we had to dismount that it suddenly occured to me that I was soaked to the bone.

At least on Sunday it was nice the whole day.

Riding was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be, although you also realize just how much danger there is on the road, and how careful you have to be when you ride. I almost feel more afraid to ride now since I know how involved it is. Although, the coach did ask me in jest at one point, “Are you sure you haven’t taken this class before?” since I did something well, and he also said I’d be a very safe rider.

I can’t decide if I want a bike or not. I really want to do more parking lot practicing until I know I am comfortable going on the street (which means like, a year of the parking lot). But I think I would only be really comfortable if there were no cars on the road. Which leaves what, the track? And that doesn’t really appeal at this point either.

I think it boils down to the fact that my biggest fear is that I’m going to die, or something terrible will happen to me (or Aaron) before we get married. I don’t know why that is – I guess just because I want it so much, that means the odds of it happening are slim to none. Because, you know, the universe is against me being happy.

Of course, Aaron still rides, so something could happen to him. Or something could happen while we’re in the car together. Or while I drive to work. Or we could all get nuked. So I guess there is no guarantee of safety ever, but I guess cutting down the risks is the smartest thing to do.

There’s also the fact that no one I know wants me to get a bike. Except one guy who was in the class with me, and he has no vested interest in my safety or continuing life on this planet.

All signs are pointing to NO, but damn, it’s so much fun to ride.

So I don’t know what to do.