I've had a quick read through the archives of this blog and the last thing of any real substance was written in early 2008. So why am I not writing? Well, I am also guilty of the Facebook and Twitter fad, and it also occurred to me that nothing about the last two years is really worth remembering.
I stumbled across this post in the archives and thought I should provide an update: none of that stuff happened when it was supposed to. I realize I still have three days to get out of my parents' basement but I don't think I can get organized that quickly. At least my exit plan is bankrolled and is slightly more tangible now (it at least has a physical address), but the date still needs to be confirmed. As for the flying aspect, it's still on the go (my medical expires tomorrow and there's no date of getting that renewed) but very much reduced. I read that post and wondered what the fuck is the point of setting goals if you're not even going to make a half-assed attempt? Well, sometimes it's positive to take a step back and figure out what it is you really want, and flying as a career was much to risky considering what I had on the go.
I've written before about work angst. I do still work at Labatt, which I consider to be nothing short of a miracle, accounting for the rapid turnover in the last couple of years. Not only that, but I have advanced twice...now currently to a position for which I am far undereducated (my Halifax counterpart is a P. Eng) More on that later, I think.
I'm not making a promise to write more frequently, because I may not honour it, nor would I ever consider posting any of this shit on Facebook. Just know for now that I'm still alive.
