The Saturday After

Day 22. Weekend, probably no progress.

Well, that was a brutal little series of events. Sorry about the disjointed blog posts yesterday, but I was pretty messed up. After planning on going to work, I found myself with the shakes and a bad stomach ache by 06:30am, so I went back to bed. I finally dragged myself to my work rig to offer my apologies and explain that I was aching all over and struggling (and losing the struggle) with nausea and diarrhoea. That was when I found a note from our country manager, saying that my work obligation was over and to get my affairs in order by the end of the day, when my account would be closed.

Now don’t get me wrong, this is just fine with me. Only to be expected, with my project past the first-draft stage and put on hold for a month, it was a good time for me to go. It was unfortunate that Thursday was a public holiday and almost everyone took the Friday off, so I had nobody to discuss things with. And even more unfortunate that I was raving, sweating feverish. Pretty sure it was food poisoning because I was okay by the evening.

All very unfortunate, but I made a start on finishing things off and convinced my supervisor to let me finish on Monday. So hopefully that will be okay.

Anyway, long story short, I still get paid until the end of July, so now I really am on paid vacation. Also job searching, of course.

That’s about all I have to say on that subject. Oh, I just watched maybe the best Doctor Who episode I’ve ever seen. Heaven Sent, the third-last episode in the ninth season. Wow, it was brilliant. Everything that’s great about Doctor Who, with a terrific concept. I squealed a bit at the final reveal[1]. So damn good.

[1] I do have to wonder, though, how many “ends” the time continuum has. This was only four billion years in the future. In the next episode, they go further, to the very end. I still try to link it to the end of the universe where they found the Master that first time. That was a hundred billion years or more into the future. Oh well. Still cool.

Good times.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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1 Response to The Saturday After

  1. aaronthepatriot says:

    Wow, you have my sympathies for the illness, and the being jerked about by work, back and forth. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing, psychologically, comparing it to life in the US, but again I do understand it still sucks! All I can say is look on the bright side as much as you can. Now you don’t even have to pretend! Maybe? LOL?

    I gotta make sure I saw all those Doctor Who’s. If I can.

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