Dreams.
Yuck. Dreampt that I wandered into a small theater where an audience watched in rapt attention as a man wearing a tuxedo was playing Clair De Lune on a pink sow.
Co workers were there and I spoke with them about the upcoming year and what opportunities it might offer, and they agreed we were screwed and tattooed. Still, the idea of surfing this beyotch into the ground appeals; I think the industry can take this stupidity for long enough for me to retire, and that will be fine. Then I can sit back and laugh as it augers in. Trouble is, the people making the horrible decisions in industry already have their golden parachutes, it’s the techs and the programmers and the industry itself that will suffer.
Anyway, the guy withthe sow finished clair de Lune and started in on Turkey in the Straw. Ican’t know for sure what brought that on, but I’m pretty sure it was the eggnog pie.
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As long as I can get to a warm climate, the rest of the world can go hang after I retire. Which according to Social Insecurity, I can do in seven more years. Which is about how much time the company I work for has left, coincidentally.
What the hell. I can always beachcomb for a living.
I think you should aim for Corpus Christi. You’re too cool to ever fit in with the miniaturized belt-to-the-nipples crowd that infests Ocala and Orlando, clogging the malls and sidewalks doing the hebe shuffle.
How…exactly…was the fellow playing the sow? Was it like Deliverance?
Think this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZ1w1aayNNg
Corpus Christi could be in my future as well. Just not sure I would want to have fish every day.
Not sure what would give you the pink sow piano. Eggnog pie could be a good start.
I don’t remember my dreams. I just wake up tired.
Maybe you have another job at night.
I’d like to discuss your industry with you sometime but that’s better done through bookface or email.
As for remembering dreams like Paul B I rarely do but when I do they tend toward the disturbing.
Most recent was I’d scored a used Jeep TJ in a stellar deal. All it really needed was to replace its nearly bald tires. I was exited to take it to the office despite a wet, drizzly day and on the way to work had a moment’s inattention that led to me approaching stopped traffic much too quickly. I locked them up, got sideways and managed to slide it into the back of another vehicle. I woke up while I was searching for my insurance info.
Good luck to you all trying to hang onto employment. The offshoring posse finally caught me 2 years ago, even with the zagging & zigging I had run. The world isnt very kind to 50+ tech professionals suddenly outta work.
You’re right, it’s the ‘little’ folks that will be hurt, the elites will have taken their $$ and run.
I don’t know what’s worse – the description of your dream, or the fact you had that YouTube vid loaded and ready to fire.
Nobody should see the contents of my head. Nobody.
Don, THIS tech guy who is pushing high forties has found he likes to cook in styles most people enjoy but don’t take the time to get good at. They will pay for it, however.
My parachute won’t be golden, but departure will be on my terms.
Finding something you do well and enjoy and something someone will pay you for is not work.
I would like to be doing that.
https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=821760657862669