For all intensive porpoises we didn’t move when I was a kid… Technically, I did in that I was born in San Diego, and a month later, we drove to Baltimore to live with my Dad’s folks, and when I was 2, my folks bought the house where I grew up. I lived there 17 years, then joined the Navy, which led to a lot of moves, but I don’t think those count.
My last duty station was in Jacksonville, FL, and that’s where spousal unit and I met and married. In the first 7 years of our marriage, we had 5 different addresses - the little house I had bought, the house on Lake Asbury that we bought together, our boat, the house in Middleburg, then the second house on Lake Asbury. We stayed in the second house for 7 years, then moved to Virginia, stayed there 3 years, back to FL for 4 years, then to where we are now (pausing for a few months to live on the boat again.) As far as I’m concerned, this house is it until we’re unable to care for it any longer. We’ve been here 12 years come the end of July - the longest we’ve ever lived in one place. It’s just not fun any more - moving, that is.
So, it’s Moanday, and I had another crappy night. I even went to bed with Mel and I was asleep before 9, and wide awake at 2. Dammit. I did drift off some time before 4, only to be jolted away by the alarm at 5. Not happy. Not at all.
Boss man comes back today. Talking to FCD, I found out he’s very much disliked in this company and him dating his underling was not particularly liked, but there was no company rule against it, so there ya go. I can see why he’s disliked - he’s a lousy boss, and I don’t think he’s much of an engineer. I’ve had to update some of the drawings he did 7 and 8 years ago - I’d call him a mediocre designer at best. But I can put up with it because I can leave any time I want. In fact, I could go back to the place I worked before this - the one who couldn’t keep me busy. So there’s that.
However, I’m here today, so I should get my brain in gear.