Out Of Mind
Saturday. A full day at the office, something I haven't done in years. A project, my part being to distribute a software update around the world through something called SMS. It seems to be working, the software is being installed on hundreds of computers as I write, although the success or failure of the project will become apparent Monday morning when people log into these computers: hung over, upset and in no mood to tolerate any IT fuck ups the first thing after breakfast. I carp about my work, but this was an interesting project and I'm feeling satisfaction from the results.
Then again, Monday may bring issues. Monday could bring, well, humiliation and defeat. Such is life on the technical side. It pays well (most of the time), it allows you to buy cameras and their associated toys and it occasionally gets you thrown out on the street for ill-timed incompetence. I've experienced all of these. Ill-timed incompetence is not unfamiliar territory in Sole Proprietorland. That and the ill-timed injudicious remark.
Sunday. A good morning. The bottle of sake I drank last night has just left the building and the head is reasonably clear. A decent breakfast at the usual place, the sun out and bright (too much rain these last weeks and the sun is much appreciated), and any depressive thoughts seem to have found refuge somewhere out of sight. Out of sight, out of mind. Something like that.