There was a HUGE surge in Threshold traffic today. Biggest numbers I’ve seen in a long time.
I’m not sure why; visitor activity and keywords didn’t show any particular common denominator, though there were quite a few people looking for the standard stuff.
Not much went on today. I got up, showered and dressed, went grocery shopping, came home, and then got a call from a recruiter who had e-mailed me yesterday about a NOC position.
It’s not an ideal job – lower salary and terrible hours, but it is relatively close (Ashburn), and the company is, apparently, “growing rapidly,” so there is, presumably, opportunity for getting a better shift and more money somewhere along the line.
I guess we’ll just see what happens.
Other than that I spent the day working on the free Heroic Portrait request I’d gotten on Friday. I finished it up and sent it out. We’ll see whether or not he likes it.
Earlier tonight as I was walking downstairs to make dinner, I realized too late that I probably should have turned the lights on, and ended up totally missing the last step, which sent me flying forward – after stubbing my toe as my foot slipped past the stair – to land hard on my knees while my momentum carried the rest of me forward so that I ended up lying face down in the living room.
I decided to lie there in the darkness for a while before getting up, and when I did get up I said, “Well, it’s a good thing I like pain.”
Then I said, “Oh, wait. I don’t like pain.”
I suppose that the Universe had decided that I wasn’t quite sore enough from yesterday’s yard work, and I can’t help thinking that it was unoriginal enough to say “Have a nice trip. See you next fall!” to itself as it gleefully watched me pitching forward.
Of course, the fall was the most excitement I had all day, so maybe I shouldn’t complain too much.
3 comments:
That wasn't the Universe having a laugh at you, Jon. You just discovered that you now live in-
THE KILLER HOUSE!
Dun dun dun!
As I was lying there on the floor, the thought occurred to me that now that I don't have a job it would take even longer for anyone to notice that something is amiss and come around to find my rotting corpse if I were to have a fatal accident at home. I don't know if that provides my house with more or less motivation to kill me.
Nah, it just means that it can take its time with you. This is the beginning of a long relationship, after all. I'm sure that was it's introduction. You feel like you've fallen down the stairs when what really happened was your house said, "Hello Jon, I'm your house. Welcome. I just wanted to let you know that I've got a great Goldbergian accident waiting for you later, so enjoy the trip down the stairs."
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