Fight club

In case I haven't said it yet, Fight club is something. Something. I'm not sure what to call it. I've been borrowing it from my brother in law. Weird movie, but I think I'm over my fascination with it. I think I'll put it on my birthday list, though, something to show the uninitiated, perhaps. My work is exciting now - I'm the only IS/IT guy at my company now. My boss left the company Thursday, so I'm now part of the Operations department. And our Director of Finance/Operations is bringing in a consulting company to take over some network admin stuff. (Although I'm being told that I'll still be involved with the network admin, that they're just free me from the day-to-day maintenance to focus on programming.) We're bringing in a DBA (YAY!! It's taken YEARS!), and at least for now so long as I don't mess up my job *should* be relatively secure, but I'm not so sure about the long term, none of us from the IS department (myself, my ex-boss and Dmitriy, an ex-programmer) think that it's possible to do it all with just one person, but that wouldn't stop management from trying. So I'll start learning different things in case I get encouraged to leave myself. At least I've got a little retirement money on the side as well as a little equity in the house (although not alot..). We're still expecting a little boy around mid-March. I just got my taxes accepted - should be getting back around $500 or so total. The dishwasher's broke (I am Jack complete lack of surprise) and and I will go window-shopping for some tomorrow. I'm loving my rx1955 iPaq from HP - it's going to be invaluable now that I've got a zillion tasks and projects at work and way too much to remember.