Neanderpundit

Three jobs. Three friends. Three really good opportunities. One with lots of travel and moving around, which appeals to my innate wanderlust. One which is all work from home and minimal travel, but which offers me the freedom to work an 8 hour day and have 16 hours to myself which takes the commute out of the equation; for the first time in thirty years I would be home at a reasonable hour every day and have zero commute. A third which would give me complete control over the automation of an entire rapidly growing facility.

I want to keep all three, like a pound full of puppies. I don’t want to disappoint anyone. I have about a week to choose.

Unemployed as of March 1. Prospects good but a prayer wouldn’t go amiss.

Shit just got real.

I have a couple friends who lived in and around the Troubles, and also people who lived in and around the Rwandan genocide. The Talking Heads song “Life During Wartime” is actually about living in Alphabet City, but it has other, further reaching applications.

While it may sound cool to be a part of an insurrection, I want no part of it. I saw enough of that through the eyes of friends to know it’s not fun. I’m really invested in peaceful change, and I fear we are ripe for the other kind. May G-d have mercy upon our souls.