September 14 marked the seven-month mark for me in San Diego. It also marked what would have been the end of my employment contract. That has been extended until September 30, 2013. So it looks like I’m good for another year here. Not sure I like the new management fad that has head-count as its focus. Companies meet their artificial head-count figures, but only with the use of contractors. The budget for contractors is often separate from the money used to pay full-time employees.
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about what I miss from my old life. It’s Sunday and I miss riding my bike over to Tablerock brewery in Boise. I miss going to Brewforia (www.brewforia.com) for lunch too. They have what they call “craft breads”, which are indistinguishable from little pizzas. They always had a great selection and the wait staff was great.
I really miss a friend of mine, that I used to drink beer with. He and I would always be on a quest for the most unique beers we could find. We’d split them over some take-and-bake pizza. Sometimes, I’d make up some crazy cocktails as well. My favorite was when I’d soak dried cherries in rum for a few days. We’d drain the juice off for cherry rum-and-cokes. The booze-infused cherries would then be put in the blender with some milk, vanilla ice cream, chocolate chunks, and a splash of Kahlua. Best alcoholic milkshakes I’ve ever had.
I miss hanging out with the neighbor kids. I used to shoot baskets with the 7 y/o girl and ride my adult-sized kick scooter (www.xootr.com), while her 3 y/o brother rode his Skuut bike. I miss them for different reasons. I miss her because she was fun to tease a bit. I miss him because he is such a good little guy. He used to like to sit on my patio when I had a friend over. He just liked being with the guys and didn’t need constant attention. Both of them would bust on me for my tobacco habit.
I’ve finally acclimated to living in an apartment. It’s not ideal and I miss having a garage. What I do have is freedom. I loved owning my own house, but recognize that it was an anchor around my neck, particularly in the depressed Boi-C economy.
Last week, the contract agency I worked for in Boi-C was relentlessly calling me. Even though I miss things from my old life, I know that I can’t go back. The agency I worked for paid 30-40% less than market rates for engineers. On top of that, you faced 3-4 furloughs per year. They were also very cheap towards employees. You had to provide your own office supplies. They used to do a summer party for employees. The claim was they did it for us. The catch was that you had to attend on your own time AND it was potluck.
I like San Diego and am actually looking forward to winter for once. My job is exposing me to new technology and ideas. I like my co-workers for the most part.
This has been an adventure and I look forward to whatever is next.