So there’s a chance of a job in South Bend, Potential Future Bossman is coming up to teach a class and have lunch with me next week, and the company that owns the building my previous company used to own but I got kicked out of when the new company bought it might want to employ me after all.
I thought about how I’d say that sentence in Spanish and then got a headache so I stopped.
Anyhow, there’s an ever-increasing chance of me escaping the auto industry. Unfortunately, I’ve now been there so long that I’m going to feel a not-insignificant amount of guilt in leaving. I don’t think it will have an extreme impact on the project in any event, but it’s possible I’ll leave some hurt feelings in my wake. I still have no passion for the program (and occasional bouts of outright antipathy), so it’s still the right thing to do.
Weather’s good, Tri-Adventure Race is behind me, multiple tiny slivers hope for the future whether it means a move or not. Glass status: half full.
I have no idea what this exercise is called. Roman chair?
What the heck is that on her ribs?
It’s weird that that’s just a regular bra. Gives the photo a weird vibe.
I’m willing to bet that there’s at least one guy who wants her number and she wishes he would.
I realized that it’s entirely possible that either (A) I’m finally getting past this year’s SAD season or (2) I’m finally getting into a rhythm with the new job that I still don’t like but have taught myself to tolerate. Either way, I feel better.
Now go Make Monday Great Again!
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