Allergies, Late nights, Beauty

Allergies

So I've been sick since Friday night. It started with a scratchy throat. As the throat got worse I got more and more tried.  Over the weekend I lost my voice, still managed to DM though.  By Monday I was coughing and the headache had begun.  I mention this to my mother because we talk every day. What you don't talk to your mother every day? Well, not to get into your life, but unless she's really messed up you should, maybe even then.  She did squirt you out of a hole in her body and for most of us she kept alive until we could do it ourselves. Even a shitty parent ot to be thanked now and again for not letting you die. I say this as some one how had 2 good and 2 shitty parents.

Wow, what a tangent. Can you tell this is just word vomit.  I don't think about or edit, other that spell check, at all. I'm not here to entertain. This is for me and I like looking back and seeing my mind unwind.

Another tangent, sorry. So any way my mother say is it allergies? I of course reply no, I don't have allergies.  I have never had allergies. Well, I value truth above what I want to be true so this morning, know I've never had allergies, I take some allergies meds.  Turns out as of last week I have allergies... How do you just get allergies?  Anyone arguing a god's divine creation has no knowledge of biology. Allergies, what shit.  At least I appear to be one whom allergies meds work on, so I guess it's a wash.

Late Nights

Late nights used to mean sex with strangers and a little drugs. It used to mean car surfing, climbing 300' towers metal towers in a thunder storm, driving 120mph (193km) with the head lights off and someone on the ruff of my car and riding my bike, a Virago, out of state just to feel the wind on my face. Hell it used to mean a movie with a knock on the door to inform me of a nightmare, vomiting or "accident". Now late night means a product launch at 9-ish, there's a defect, and 3 hours of trouble shooting to find it cannot be fixed tonight.  Then 30 minutes to pull back the launch, having in the end accomplished nothing.

Late and Night just two words with such diverse meaning behind them, and so many meanings for just one person over just 15 years.  How can so much be packed into 9 letters?  How much more will be added as time goes on?

Beauty

Picture a large 12x12 cubical each corner a work station. This is my designated work area. Ah, god that suck you say, but it has a great benefit.  Though each of us work on different project we all do the same work and help each other out when we get stuck on a problem. That said I would definitely quit if I had to spend 40 hours a week there. Yesterday I worked in that box, I took my laptop out to the middle of a field, I worked in front of a pond and waterfall, and I worked in my bed and later my arm chair. Today I am outside of a Starbucks and all I can think is wow how beautiful.  A cool breeze on a warm day, sitting in the shade, watching the leaves dance in the trees.  I wish I could name drop my supervisors. They have done so much to make corporate life not suck. You are amazing D.A., S.P., C.S., and M.D. You are all wonderful!

One last thing: 

Men in Black do you remember the interview scene with the egg chairs? Here click and refresh your memory, it's great.  I watch people struggle everyday fighting to get things done by wedging themselves into impossible positions. I just watched a woman doing that 10 feet from me for over an hour.   I have never understood this.  It seems so much better to just change your environment. Please, forgive there not being a point. It just came to mind, while watching this women who sat down when I did, work around an environmental problem I fixed by changing the environment  when I got here.

As payment for my ramblings here is a picture of my work area today.