I am so tired of Orlando. No matter where I go these last few months, I’ve had at least a day or two in Orlando each week. I’m in St. Augustine and Melbourne this week, but Tuesday and Wednesday are here in Orlando. I am sick of this place.
I’m three hours from home and probably won’t finish work until 6 or 7 tonight but I’m considering making the drive anyway. I wouldn’t make it in time for walking the neighborhood with Becca or going with them to the party but I just don’t like being away on such a day. I’ve brought some tools and supplies with me and I intend on marking tonight myself, but it’s just like the old days when I celebrated everything in privacy and secrecy.
I don’t know how much secrecy there ever was though. Today is Halloween/Samhain and as I dial in to the conference bridge, everyone is getting set up and gearing up for testing of about 30 circuits to various places. The first circuit on my list today is: D-020666. Everyone hears the circuit number and says, “Circuit 666 on Halloween? Must be Morgan!” How the hell did I get such a reputation? I don’t hide my morbid tendencies but I really don’t flaunt them either. Not at work anyway. Some of the guys that I have gotten to know personally may know a little more about me than most but to be immediately recognized as the evil-loving guy? Well, that’s screwed up, but it’s also a little cool to be honest.
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