Space Junk in General

Drifting down the spaceway
By the Betelgeuse Hotel
Mapping out constellations
Of the place I know so well
Sifting through the system
For the piece that knows my name
Endlessly I listen, in the master game
Welcome to my world (welcome to my world)
Welcome to my only world (my only world)
It is full of space junk
-Wayne Chung

Trivial Pursuit answer – “Space Junk” was used twice in The Walking Dead series. First at the end of the first episode “Days Gone Bye” when Rick Grimes was trapped in a tank in Atlanta and again in the episode where Rick Grimes blew up a bridge to keep his crew from getting overrun by walkers – was washed down the river and ended up getting rescued by “The Commonwealth.” That second use of Space Junk also marked a rapid decline in my interest in the series.

I still like the first season, but that’s only five episodes.

Sigh

I don’t know about this company I work for. The Friday staff meeting my boss gets mad at the planners (all except me are incipient retirees) and throws out some new constraints on how we schedule.

I give myself credit in that I didn’t say what was going on in my mind. Specifically, “WHAT THE FUCK? This is literally the first I have heard of any of this and now I have to go re-plan a weeks’ worth of planning.”

I hung up from the call and cussed non-stop for five minutes.

I have an excel spreadsheet up on my left monitor, and I calculated I can retire now, get social security and stop buying shit I really don’t need.

The company is bleeding people. A rash of Vice presidents retired a few months ago, and the new guys are trying to make their mark.

I’m of two minds. 1) Keep working 8 hours a week until they fire or lay me off. 2) Quit.

The second option is not ideal, but I’m too old to keep getting yanked around.

Unrelated subject: 12 days ago I stopped taking all of my meds – most of which are BP meds.

Result? My BP is fine, and I feel better than I have this year. RFK Jr might be onto something – I’ve been taking and paying for meds/poison it appears I didn’t need. I’ve felt like shit for most of this year, and all of last year (but that could be chocked up to chemo every three weeks.)

I re-read some of the stuff I wrote when I was working on the Creative Writing MFA. Some is not bad at all, but I didn’t get the “creative-on-demand” gene so I never know when that stuff is going to arrive in my noggin.

In my last years I should look into finishing some of that stuff an maybe self-publishing.

Drawback is all that stuff was submitted to the school web. One of my stories “Caretaker IV” has already showed up under someone else’s name on Amazon as “Caretaker.” Same storyline and ever some of my phraseology. Problem is I can’t prove it so I am dead in the water.

Hanging out between 180-190 pounds. The lightest I’ve been in my adult life. The problem is most of what I lost is muscle. So. I’m a skinny flabby guy.

I must endeavor to get back to the gym.

Sitting on the space junk
What I am to do
Riding on the space junk
And it’s bringing me to you
My head is full of space junk
But your words are coming through
Riding on the space junk
And it’s bringing me to you