Access

Well, since no one else wants to update my blog for me, I guess I have to do it. :)

I worked on MS Access today for pretty much the whole day. I actually enjoyed it because it felt like I was accomplishing something, but by 4:00 it had also given me a nice headache.
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I am still looking for things to do at night. Hanging out at a bar, while fun in a group on the weekends, is not something I am likely to do on a weekday. Working on the computer, playing on the computer, and watching TV all fall under the heading of "No more CRT today." Reading and puzzles are fun up to a point, and I have reached that point. Even driving and site seeing is no longer fun alone.
I crave human contact. L won't be here for at least a couple of weeks, perhaps longer if she keeps questioning whether I actually want her to come down. I have called most everybody in my phone's contact list, and I am actually tired of just talking over a tenuous digital signal. The hotel staff are also rather boring and unengaging. I want someone to hang out with. I know that, I went on much longer alone in Ohio and FL the first time around, but in both of those cases, I hadn't been living with L like I have been now. I know I should just buck it up and wait.

It is 8:00 right now. In a couple of hours I get to go to bed. Then I can start my day tomorrow and be doing something again. I look forward to work. It seems like the wrong reason though.

At the mall

So I went to the mall today to pick-up something to reduce the boredom I am experiencing on the weekends. It was lunchtime when I was there, so I went to the food court to get some food. Of course, I had to make a short pit stop first. As I was standing there in front of the john, I heard some rustling behind me. This being a busy place, I didn't think twice about it until I felt something brush up against the side of my leg. I looked down and saw a long white stick.
At this point a thousand possibilities come rushing to me all of the way from
-an inept and overzealous cleaning person trying to use a stick to a grab some trash at my feet, to:
-a sick-o trying to get a peek of some men in the bathroom with some weird camera on a stick, to:
-kids playing in the wrong spot.

I had flash of irritation, but then a blind man holding his white cane sidled up to the urinal beside me. The irritation was gone, instantly replaced by what I hope was understanding and not pity. I am thankful for my site, and the fact that it allows me to enter situations and not immediately cause irritation by just trying to find my way around.

A chance out

I finally got a chance to get out and go hang with people from work at the bar. It was a great change from sitting in the hotel every night until bedtime. Apparently there was a little drama because I left in a cab without anyone seeing me and then a fight broke out complete with police and nobody knew where I was. I am good and had an interesting dicussion with the cabbie for all $25 home. Now it is beddie bye time.