I've had a new experience yesterday. I sprained my back. fucking OW!
i've had backaches before, where I sat funny, or maybe a pain underneath the shoulderblade, but this was like a charley-horse--all muscle. I had just parked my car and was on my way to the landmark to get an after-work beer. As I often do, I decided it's cold enough, i'll jog my ass towards the warmth. The only GUESS I have towards the cause is while I jogged, because of the cold, I kept my torso muscles pretty rigid. The same muscles in my back that get tired from being flexed to keep warm while out in the cold for a long time are the ones that hurt me now. But man, I all but dropped to the ground right there. Instead, I sat for a second to ask my body "what the FUCK are you trying to tell me?" and decided the best course of action was to schlep my way on down to the landmark and throw some beer on it. after 2 1/2 beers, i could move again.
Well, though the beers alleviated the pain quite well, they also re-encouraged my original idea for the evening--to stop by Taylor's and check out the xmas party ppl here posted on. I was in a social mood, having enjoyed commiserating about back problems with the cranks down in the landmark. It was too busy for me though.. probably even if I wasn't feeling off. Well, not too busy to have fun, but too busy to MEET anyone; it was pretty shoulder-to-shoulder. So I saw Julie working hard in a neet light-up xmas costume and couldn't get her to sneak my drink in as priority. I don't expect special treatment, and she's right not to make exceptions, but still, sigh, pretty girls do me no favors, just in general. I sawwww. uh.. sara? i think? the myspace profile now says love, and I have such a poor memory for names even AFTER i've been introduced. anyway, i saw her as i forged to the back of the bar to see who else was there. she looked very happy talking to some guy. should i have interrupted to say hi? y'all tell me. I HATE being 'i saw you online and don't know your name'. meh, she was busy. still, tho, i have to say, she's a royal ray of sunshine, the way she flitted over that guy's shoulder.
i beat a hasty retreat to someplace i could chill.
So I've not been writing too much, nor will I probably continue for a while, because work is in a particularly tough situation. I'm coming to the realization my former boss has a lot to answer for, and led me on to a large degree. I can't even find the company we tried to start listed with the secretaries of state for Illinois or Wisconsin, which means the 'Inc.' he put on the business name was at least a lie--just how much of the rest of it was smoke and mirrors too, I'm trying to assess before I react. It's a very complicated situation, and more than I think is prudent to make public, but damn, I wanted a crash course in how to do contractual work, and I got it via a lot of BAD examples. My employment is ok moving forward--I'm the last surviving programmer of the project because I've been its' guardian angel and taken on the entire project unto myself at times.. noone is denying that, but still, the terms of the original contract loom over my head though they really shouldn't be my responsibility. Ugh, at any rate, I'm learning through suffering a lot about being a lone-gun programmer.
