My badge. The pic is from my 1st day at EMC about 6 years ago. I was employee #119920 at the time. Dell recently updated the badges with new design and security access. They also did away with the numbers. Probably because it makes one feel pretty insignificant. I’ll likely have to turn it in when I go so here’s a souvenir for old times sake.
Souvenier from Portland
Road tripping on Thanksgiving. #portlandbound
Julian had his first ever audition for a small part in a TV mini series. Regardless of if he gets it, Steph and I were very proud of him.
We switched to a new financial advisor earlier this week. Not that Mike was negligent or underperforming. But he’s kind of a bygone from our early days in Atlanta and so much in our family dynamic has changed since then. Plus he’s got to be going on about 80 by now.
I think it was mostly inertia and a fairly hands-off approach to investing that kept me from switching earlier. But it’s finally time to have a fresh set of eyes on things; mine included. Terry is a local island friend; and he exudes credibility and prowess in managing money for a living.
I also see him at the casino from time to time where he’s usually the big winner at high stakes Omaha. So at least I feel comfortable with him in that regard. 😜
Anyway, here’s to financial planning and diversification and expectation that Terry will help us gamble (I mean invest) wisely with our own money.💸
I’ve been in a good place of late. Still not drinking (1/2 a month and going strong), staying focused on the job hunt and generally being in the moment with Steph and the kids. Our friend Robin is coming out for Thanksgiving next week. And I’m planning a boys trip to Lake Tahoe with Frank later in December. My time at EMC (it’s still weird to say Dell) is waning and soon I’ll be sending out my farewell.
Uncertainty abounds but it feels like I’m making the right strides. And with only 45 days left in 2016, I aim to end the year on a high note.
I awoke today feeling somehow woozy and a little delirious. Like i was in some unworldly aftermath of an all night cosmic binge. I jokingly said to Steph, “I feel hungover”. Which is funny because I haven’t been drinking at all. Reminds me of that scene from Airplane! where the pilot says, “I picked the wrong time to give up qualudes.”
It’s a beautiful Election Day here on Bainbridge Island. November 8th. This, the second Tuesday.
It’s all calm here on the rocky shores of Lytle beach. Just keeping pace to the ripples of water moving in time with the sun and jazz.
Facebook is lit up with electrified fervor and voter sentiment. #imwithher is everywhere.
Soon, people will move to their TV’s. And the play by play will really begin. We got invited to a “pantsuit and pajamas” party.
It’s been a wild one leading up to this. And the frenzy is about to reach a crescendo. Im at peace tuning out to the machine for now and only too happy tuning in to this inner sanctum of serenity down on the shore.
Screensaver take-over!
Told myself I wouldn’t drink till I found my next job. Which could be awhile.
But I figure looking for work is depressing enough as it is without adding alcohol into the mix. I need to be rational, clear headed and determined as I face the day. I need to be as fit as I can be.
Things are going well so far. Both the search and the abstinence. But it’s only been 5 days.
