I drove to Connecticut yesterday. To clear out the final dregs of technology at my company's closed office there. I was driving on the New Jersey Turnpike, which would be a good analogy for the road that leads to Hell, except it's already there. Maybe would be a better analogy to the road that circumvents Hell. Hmm. Anyway, I was proceeding down this road of wonders, when the car ahead of me kicked up a piece of a shredded tire from an 18 wheeler truck. It hit my car and dented and marred the hood. Oh boy.
Getting to the office, after that, was simply a matter of time. Four hours time. Upon reaching the office, I discovered that the key that had been provided did not fit any of the locks. A call to the New Hampshire office fixed that and I was soon in the office.
Clearing out an office that everyone has been laid off from is always unpleasant. Something about the building and the memories in the place hang there. Happy, sad, angry, it's all in there. I spent a couple hours cleaning out such wonders as a 15 year old server. A 10 year old router. Jet desk printers that had seen better days. About a mile of CAT 5 wire. I loaded this bounty in my damaged car and headed home.
Calling my friend to discuss the trip and other things, we got into an argument about my divorce. Which resulted in hurt feelings on both sides. I hate arguing. Particularly with her.
Five hours later, I got home to have a titanic argument about what I would be taking with me from the former home of matrimonial bliss. Blah. It's just stuff, but I need some of it in order to move on. She doesn't see it that way, of course.
If you've made it this far, kudos. You've listened to me whine long enough.
Right then, I'm off.
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