May 16, 2005

I hate when life throws a curve ball at you you are not ready for. It has been a while since I posted, mainly because I am lazy and partly because I have way to many balls in the air, but it has been too long. That said the other day things changed dramatically at work. I guess it was not truly unexpected, I actually was given credit by a friend today for predicting it months in advance (not sure that's true), but it still snuck up on me and I was truly not ready for it. And the odd thing is that this change does not directly involve me. Anyway now everything at work looks and feels different. But back to this posting. I hate it when things change. I get use to the way things are. I may not understand the status quo, may not even like it sometimes, but I am use to it. Then life comes along and changes things. Sometimes that change may even be better for the people involved, sometimes not, but I still just hate the newness of it all. It's like having to move, it may be a great new spot but I always miss the old one. I guess it's the Virginian in me, like the (bad) old joke: "How many Virginians does it take to change a light bulb? 5, 1 to change it and 4 to sit around sipping Bourbon reminiscing about how good the old one was." So while I hope the new arrangement is better for those effected, I selfishly hate the effect it has on me. And inevitably that change is going to force me to adjust and make changes of my own which I will also hate for the mere fact that they are changes to. Man it is like one gigantic house of cards and some asshole just had to mess with one that just looked like it was not right. Oh well, to miss quote a parted acquaintance: viva the change!