“We’re down now finally to one last, lonely, unloved, unattractive little turbot clinging on by its fingernails to the Grand Banks of Newfoundland,”
Having a difficult time. Trying to fathom what is taking place with me. I feel stuck between a rock and a hard place. There are a variety of issues of varying impact.
Yesterday was another sort of a holiday day. I went out to Kanata to see W.
W was first met toward the end of last year. He operates a company in a tech field and was looking for someone to assist him. I was doing mundane routine volunteer work and I felt ready to make the jump to something more occupationally oriented. My experience in coding and IT goes back almost 40 years. Like some lost dinosaur memory, I knew the early history of the technology he sold, and supported. All of my experience from working with Gargantua seemed to apply. The work appeared to be an ideal fit with my background and skills. The opportunity represented a positive way of easing myself back into the world of paid work.