Worse than usual Monday...
Feb. 26th, 2007 09:20 amThis morning my mom emailed me an obit for a former co-worker at MotherCorp, in fact one of my closest friends there. I don't know exactly how he died, but well ... the news provoked far more sadness than surprise. I think I can guess.
It's been a while since I last talked to him -- the last time he was apologizing for avoiding pretty much all human contact. Still I feel vaguely guilty for not trying a bit harder. Mostly I'm sad though.
And there's a whole "but for the grace of whatever (neither of us believed in God) go I" vibe to it. Looking at the picture, he had gained a fair bit of weight since I last saw him, had round glasses like I used to have, and a goatee. The resemblence to my former, fatter self was disturbing. A bit like seeing a doppleganger pass you on the street.
My time at MotherCorp, certainly in retrospect, was one of the best times in my life. Intelligent colleagues that I could respect, and who I believed were from the same planet as me. People there were motivated by something other than a ruthless drive to make money. (Unlike those around me now. Of course, as you're on holiday right now, J, you're excluded from that blanket characterization.) Last week, I saw a job posting back in my old department. It's slightly lower than what I did before, but well... I do want to go back.
It's too bad that Andrew didn't find the same pleasure there.
But whatever, it makes me think that I don't want my life to amount to a few column inches in the Hamilton Spectator. (Yes, he was one of the many Hamiltonians at MotherCorp.) Life is far, far too short for this kind of crap.
I'm tempted to get up right now, go out, and do something meaningful. I can't let the bastards grind me down.
Allen
It's been a while since I last talked to him -- the last time he was apologizing for avoiding pretty much all human contact. Still I feel vaguely guilty for not trying a bit harder. Mostly I'm sad though.
And there's a whole "but for the grace of whatever (neither of us believed in God) go I" vibe to it. Looking at the picture, he had gained a fair bit of weight since I last saw him, had round glasses like I used to have, and a goatee. The resemblence to my former, fatter self was disturbing. A bit like seeing a doppleganger pass you on the street.
My time at MotherCorp, certainly in retrospect, was one of the best times in my life. Intelligent colleagues that I could respect, and who I believed were from the same planet as me. People there were motivated by something other than a ruthless drive to make money. (Unlike those around me now. Of course, as you're on holiday right now, J, you're excluded from that blanket characterization.) Last week, I saw a job posting back in my old department. It's slightly lower than what I did before, but well... I do want to go back.
It's too bad that Andrew didn't find the same pleasure there.
But whatever, it makes me think that I don't want my life to amount to a few column inches in the Hamilton Spectator. (Yes, he was one of the many Hamiltonians at MotherCorp.) Life is far, far too short for this kind of crap.
I'm tempted to get up right now, go out, and do something meaningful. I can't let the bastards grind me down.
Allen