The Powerbook arrived at work, and I’ve got it sitting here in front of me. The size of my lap means that it’s actually a pretty good fit. The screen is enormous and very nice. It seems impossible to touch it without leaving greasy fingerprints. I’m downloading various apps and wallpaper for it on my work machine and transferring them via a flash drive.
I’m aware that I’ve not been writing an awful lot recently, and when I do it’s rather dull and/or obvious. Sorry. I’m just ever so slightly stressed about having to get rid of everything in my apartment, get it cleaned, ship all the stuff that I want back, move countries myself, get myself organised once I arrive and find work of some sort – all in two months – as well as having to do my actual current job which seems to have decided to enter a crunch point just to aggravate me, with various projects entering deadline periods all at once. Not much, I know, but I’m a fragile flower. At least, I suppose, I’m not getting divorced and no-one I know is dying.
I told my boss about it yesterday, who took it all very well. I have mentioned the fact that I didn’t really feel this job suited me and I was getting bored before, so it’s not that surprising. (Oh yeah, add to that above to-do list the following items: work out how to transfer 401k to the UK, find out what horrible tax situation this will all induce.) At least that’s over with. I’ve told a couple of people here but not the general public. Really, what I’m trying to avoid are all the questions – “why are you moving back?” “what are you going to do?” “are you going to work for EMC again?” and so on. I can’t blame people for asking but I hate answering this sort of stuff, particularly repeatedly. Maybe I should draw up some Powerpoint.
I ordered and received The Global Soul by Pico Iyer, which has been recommended twice in comments on some of my particularly whiny and self-pitying posts about feeling rootless and isolated and all that, and started reading it this morning. Maybe I’ll write something about it when I finish it.
- my laptop is bigger than yours, or at least as big
- I’m just a little on edge
- I’m still alive