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Where in the Hell is John?

2005-12-07: Where in the Hell is John? - Misc Stuff

On my way to Thanksgiving dinner I received a call on my cellphone. Whenever my cellphone rings on a weekend, or holiday, or late at night, my stomach sinks. I like a lot of things about my job, but when it's Thanksgiving day and I get that call...it's very hard to remember what I like about it.

So the next day I found myself on a plane en route to an undisclosed location, where I was to use my software to keep track of costs associated with the cleanup of a chemical spill. There would be no low-pressure Thanksgiving weekend for me.

It was quite an exhausting week. It was cold, it was rainy, I was outside, and I was on my feet for 12 hours at a time. A lot went on, but it isn't exactly the sort of thing I can blog about due to the sensitive nature of the business. Honestly, though, I'm so burnt out from the past few months since Katrina that I can barely muster up the energy to write anything at all.

Now that I am back I am sorting through all of the data I collected last week, and have to modify my software to accurately report the costs of the spill. I am using this new code as an opportunity to experiment with Ajax techniques. One thing I have noticed is that my Ajax code is getting very messy and difficult to manage. This generally happens when I begin implementation in a completely new paradigm. It takes quite a bit of time before I get my "groove" and produce clean, modular code. My first ASP and PHP projects were pretty much clusterfucks.

In other news, I now officially live in Ponchatoula. I bought a little place not too far from the Tangipahoa River, and am going to sell my house in New Orleans. Part of me is sad at this turn of events, but part of me is excited to close that chapter of my life and begin a new one.

When I was younger I was very involved in outdoor activities. I loved archery, hiking, camping and the like, and I was actually very depressed about moving back to New Orleans when I was 16. I wanted to stay out in Arkansas...the dense city did not interest me. But we did move, and I acclimated to city life. Eventually, I adopted a lifestyle of city wandering, drinking, and general debauchery. My new adventures were on Lower Decatur and the like.

Now I'm back in the boonies. There won't be any drinking till 4 AM and stumbling back to my Marigny house. It's time to buy a pirogue, do some fishing, and maybe even buy a pickup truck.

But I will not listen to Country Music.

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