settling down and disappearing

I'm almost done moving. I turned in my keys to my old place yesterday. I'm almost completely set up here with the exception of needing to get a small desk for my room. The dogs are getting to know one another. And during this time period I feel like I've managed to fall off of the face of the earth. And I don't know whether or not that is a bad or good thing yet. On the one hand I'm glad to be getting a "break," but from who or what I don't really know, I can't explain the strong desire for hermitage I've had lately. On the other hand I worry that people will forget about little-old-me and I don't know if I would have the energy to spark their memories if that were the case. But if you are reading this, then know that I think of all of you often even if I am a craptastic friend who apparently doesn't believe in email or phone conversations.

honesty and rewards

Sometimes I think that honesty and integrity are worthless endeavors. I decided to do the "right" thing regarding some money and my job. I called about some money I will be getting after I noticed that I would be getting paid more than I should. After making the phone calls there is now going to be an inquiry which will probably end up with money being taken out of my paycheck. I guess I should feel good that I am the kind of person who wants fairness and has the integrity to not take advantage...being a "good" person who does the "right" thing SHOULD make me feel some sense of pride of self-respect. But mostly I'm sitting here wishing I hadn't mentioned anything. Particularly considering the fact that my job SCREWED me and is paying me far far far less than I am worth. And consistently messes us my and everybody else's paychecks, rarely if ever in our favor. So the money I would have gotten from them, barely a drop in the bucket compared to the money they have not given me.

So where are the rewards of this thing called honesty?

UPDATE: I get a phone call this morning...apparently, every once in a while David REALLY does beat Goliath. NICE!

movin' on up

I hate moving! I'm at that beginning stage where no matter how much of my seemingly endless piles of shit I put into boxes, I don't seem to be getting anywhere.

aloha

Tomorrow, I am heading to Kauai. It should be fun. I hope it's fun. There will be a lot of people and I imagine a little bit of drama that goes along with a lot of people. But, it'll be okay. I figured out that I need to have one hundred and seventy dollars worth of fun every day that I'm there to break even.