So, I've been thinking about various things.. In theory, sometime today, my boss is supposed to tell my supervisor that I'll be quitting in a week and a half. That'll be cute, I'm sure.
I've been slowly evaluating this trip to Seattle, and the various possibilities that are slowly laying outstretched before me.. and I find them all incredibly intriguing. Next week, something I haven't really told many people, I'm going to a week-long certification program to become an, apparently, Certified MBTI Instructor. Now, basically what this means, is that when I'm explaining to people what Myers-Briggs is, and why it's relevant, I won't really be blowing quite so much smoke. This is, in general, a good thing. I adore the MBTI programs, and love looking at the interactions between people from this perspective.. and I honestly should more often, because I realize that I tend to blast my way through things that might tend to be emotionally disruptive to others. Always entirely accidentally, too. I try to be more cognizant of this, but I rarely succeed.
So, this is next week. The week of Valentine's. I don't know what opportunities are lurking here, and Susan tends to be fairly quiet when it involves such things. I wouldn't be entirely surprised if she springs something on me that would cause me to cut my trip to Seattle short, and come back to Columbus. Yes, there are things that would do that.. I'm going out to Seattle, I have decided this. But whether or not I come back is open to an almost infinite set of variables. Not even the best Chaos Theorist could make an adequate prediction at this junction in my life. After that, my existence, as I am currently familiar with it, begins to dissolve. I will be back here at work for three days.. that Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.. then I'll idling, preparing, from Thursday through the next Tuesday. That next Tuesday is my flight out to Seattle, where I kiss Columbus Good Bye.. I'll know more closer, as to how soon I'll be back.. but right now it's looking to be on the order of 6 Months..
Here is the plan, as I see it. I'll finish next week, and the week after. I'll get all my gear cleaned up and straightened up, likely keeping my server running so I can keep some kind of presence out in Seattle, and at the very least poke at it remotely when I feel the need. Most of my music will get put on my Vibez, and I will stuff my flash drive with as much additional as I need. Between the two, I'll have 16 GB of portable storage for whatever. I'm pretty much letting James have (use) Frostburn, presuming he doesn't hurt my baby. I'll be sure and have everything I need off both Frostburn -and- Bobomb before I leave, so even if all 3 HDs crash, I still have my imperative data, config files, and whatnot. The really important stuff'll get stashed on my Mushkin Flashdrive, my Vibez -and- my Cruzer. Because I'm a spaz. So, after I've got everything scrubbed, sorted and organized, I'm ready to head out to Seattle. Once out there, I'll try to get a job, a place to stay, and do some general wandering. I pretty much plan on playing it entirely by ear once I'm in the vicinity. Hopefully, within a few weeks, I'll be able to get myself into an apartment, and then, if necessary, get myself a little car. Once these two things happen, I pretty much start surviving. If this all goes according to plan, I will likely come back to Columbus near the end of the summer to visit people, make sure everyone knows I'm still alive, and hang out. Assuming James actually manages to get his arse in gear by then, I'll, theoretically, return to Seattle with him in tow.
That's the plan. Gods above know there are a thousand different ways it can all get fucked up.
Contemplations of a Tainted Mind