Spring is here and it is time for
Judeo-Christian resurrections and messiah bunnies carrying cold, colored hard-boiled eggs. Spring is here and it is time for a change and a rebirth, my own personal resurrection as it is, will be forever and ever, amen.
And what's to change, you ask? For starters, attitude. I am going to be the meaner, leaner, more focused Adrian. I have no choice, with a constant stream of out-of-town visitors, weddings, and two giant coding projects and finals all coming to a mushroom cloud head by the end of May, I have to be at the top of my game.
"April is the cruelest month," but its showers and hard work will bring May flowers and good grades and a degree. And then I start taking care of business, meaning I start looking for a job that pays what I am worth or I ask for the money I am worth, or both. Mercenary Adrian goes to the highest bidder because I am 33 and angry and have wasted much of my youth and am behind on where I need to be. And sure, I have been stressing myself out, but I have no choice. I am just going to have to take these bad dreams and sleepless nights in stride. Never mind that I want to scream at the top of my lungs right now, giving voice to all of my frustration and anger. Never mind that I feel like I am trying to knock down a brick wall by slamming my shoulder into it over an over again.
Hell, never mind this post.
Arrrrrrrr. Back to work.