Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Sixty Five: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

A word, here, about shocking turnarounds. I had an interesting discussion earlier this evening about work. My Magic group and I moved online it feels like months ago, but the larger board-game-y group of friends that is a subset of has for whatever reason been a bit slower on the uptake with moving those games […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Seventy Eight: I have eight bosses right now.

I had my first day at the new job today, and it turns out when you’re an actual employee and not a hired gun, things go a little different. As a contractor/consultant/whatever, you’re always expected to produce from day one. Today, once I got my new equipment and stuff set up, my boss basically told […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Fifty Six: You’re not trying to get a psycho pension.

A word, here, about the shifting future. The cat is now out of the proverbial bag: I’m going to be starting a new job in a few weeks. For folks who’ve known me a long time this may not seem that unusual. With the exception of one year since 2001, I’ve been a contractor my […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three: Make the best of it, just a little bit.

A word, then, about my home office. At my office-office, which I am still presuming I will someday see again, I have a very nice setup with a docking station and two monitors. I first had a dual-screen setup at Comcast years ago and can’t imagine working without it now. Even for someone who up […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One: Vous êtes jamais seuls

To be honest I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing here. I mean, I know what I’m doing HERE. In my house. I’m avoiding the plague. Normally you avoid things “like the plague.” I’m actually avoiding plague itself. That sort of semantic chicanery would be amusing to me if it didn’t involve, you know, a […]