Stupid hotels.

Sitting in Portland in a hotel with high speed intarweb access. Colder than a well digger's ass, but I know that if I turn that damn heater on, it'll be an oven in here in 15 minutes. It has flourescent bulbs that whine. At least the bed is comfy and doesn't scare me into wearing level 4 MOPP gear.

I'm flying up here during the week for the next couple of weeks, with the eventual move looming. If I don't take the Space X job. I still haven't heard a dollar amount out of those guys, so we'll see what happens. I'm leaning towards the excitement and possibility of the new job.

I got here on Monday and it's cold and rainy, being winter it's not all that bad but I've been living in LA for seven years. Makes a man soft. I get here and the guy who runs the shop currently is absolutely no help. I'm making money for this guy, I'm scheduled to go make more money for this guy next week. He must ahve an inkling that he's going to get the axe, but if you could leave a job with a $1G bonus for making your goals, would you take the money? Or just continue fucking about? Idiot ass. So I'm in a big customer facility, soon to be MY big customer, doing some crap work for some crap manager who is ROAD*, and one of my contemporaries says to me to "Buck up, little camper." I've got a wife who says to me "Take the job. But I'm not going with you, but tearing the family apart because I need to heal." I have a son who has to lose all the friends he has ever known, the only school he has ever been to, his second dog will be taken from him, and the only real mother he has ever known. Flawed as she may be, she has loved us well and I can only take the blame.

"Buck up, little camper."

This was my response:

I SOOOOOOOOO wanted to curbstomp some motherfuckers right about then. While wearing a fucking bunny suit.

Fuck it, everything happens for a reason.  Maybe the rain is to remind me why even though it's a bitch to afford, I love SoCal weather.  Hate all the crowded spaces, stupid drivers, but the weather.  Flipflops on Christmas Day, for fuck's sake!!

btw- ROAD= Retired On Active Duty. Lifer syndrome in the Suck.  Marking time until retirement.  Non-effective.  Douchebag.