The Friday Random Ten: The Is-It-Still-Winter? Edition

Fire up the iPod, set it to shuffle, and write down the first ten songs that play. No cheating. No skipping forward.

1. Sans toi—Isabelle Boulay
2. Come Here My Love—This Mortal Coil
3. Havana Daydreamin’—Jimmy Buffett
4. This Is the Last Day of Our Acquaintance—Sinéad O’Connor
5. My Favourite Game—The Cardigans
6. La seconde chance—Roch Voisine
7. Dear Catastrophe Waitress—Belle and Sebastian
8. Un million d'années—Niagara
9. Careless Whisper—Bananarama [sic]
10. Don't Leave the Light on, Baby—Belle and Sebastian

So, on Wednesday, I picked up my car from the shop. It's fine. And I'm through walking and riding to work, for now. I can see the merit of mass transit, but when I map it all out, it costs the same (or even a little more) than driving, and the time differential is greater than it should be. I think it would be OK a couple days a week, or even just a couple days a month to give my left leg a break from the clutch and to read some of the books that are collecting dust on my shelves. But otherwise, it really is easier to drive. This from a train-lover.

I've been reminded that the time for this job to be over is rapidly approaching. I have had three calls from two different recruiters about possible jobs in my field, two in the Bay Area, and one on the East Coast. I have a phone interview in about an hour. For anyone else, this might be good news, but for me, I couldn't care less. The more this submission drags on, the more I want to run screaming from this industry and never look back. It never fails to amaze me how someone cannot do their job and still become a manager. And then they have the gall to pass the buck to someone else. Passing the buck is nothing new; people do it all the time. But when the author of a report chimes in and basically says "I didn't check my figures before I wrote the document, let someone else cover for me," I get a little pissed off.

I started writing this to say that I was ambivalent about leaving this industry for where I'm going, especially with prospects for a new job, but between then and now, my mind is made up. Let them fend for themselves. Twenty days and counting.

I also had to shorten my trip to the desert at the end of the month. I was going to be there for eight nights, but unfortunately, I'll only be there for four. Four is plenty, I know from experience, but December's trip kinda spoiled me. I was there for seven nights, extended another night, and had a great time. I was alone for most of that time, too, and I had the run of the place. It was fucking cold, though, so no pool time, just the hot tub. It should be warmer come the end of the month. Let me go check. They say highs in the 80s, although right now, it's only in the 50s. Whatever. I am so there.

Let's see...working the weekend, got my car back, it could snow on Twin Peaks overnight. Never seen that before. Tick tock!

I was silly enough to write this at 3:25 PM