2015 was an interesting year. I set
some goals and feel like I was able to follow through with them.
My year started with me working as a
contractor for Volt at Microsoft. I won't say I was working for
Microsoft because I was not a Full-Time employee of Microsoft. No. I
was a contractor working for Volt at Microsoft. My immediate superior
was a Microsoft FTE and I worked on systems in the Office 365
Foundations Labs keeping stuff running that the Exchange team needed
for their Dev testing.
I would have four alarms set 5:00 am,
5:15, 5:30, and 5:45. The five am alarm I would snooze. 5:15 would be
my call to kick my ass out of bed and get ready. The 5:30 alarm was a
reminder that I had only 15 minutes until I had to leave. And the
5:45 alarm was the call to leave the house so I could make it to the
bus on time. I would take a 6:03 am bus from Northgate in Seattle to
the Microsoft campus in Redmond and get to work about 6:50 am. I
would then work from 7 am to 3 pm and take a bus back to north
Seattle. I was often very bad about getting to bed on time so I would
nap on the bus. I would always wake up on time to get off at my stop.
When I wasn't working I would be trying
to get more into film production in Seattle. I wanted my focus to be
directing and I did direct four short films during the year. Two of
them were for the 48 hour film project and two were in conjunction
with a Facebook group “Weekend Warriors Film Group.” I think
three of the films are pretty good but I hope to do better work in
2016. I also used my sound equipment to record field audio on a
variety of short films. And my camera skills were utilized on one of
my short films and on another project for a different director.
I did what I could to help my boys
whenever I could. There were some difficulties that we handled.
Duncan and Calvin are both moving forward with their lives. Duncan is
about to visit friends and Calvin is studying Japanese in school.
My second marriage ended in 2014 but it
was this year that the paperwork was finally submitted to the proper
authorities to have the marriage dissolved (Washington State's term
for divorce). So that's final.
Near the end of the year I started
dating again. I won't go into any details. I'm not sure what I want
but I'm pretty sure that alone isn't it.
So the year has ended. And my Volt
contract at Microsoft has ended. And I'm now 51 (I was joking that
I'm now 33 in hexadecimal or 110011 in binary). What the new year
brings will be new.
I'd like to continue with film. I think
I'd like to focus on a feature but I have such a block sitting on my
head that I can't think of anything to write. The ideas I have are
sitting there caught in the mud; not sinking away but not jumping up
demanding to be written.
Write about Sunday Afternoon
daily writing exercise for January 1 from the book “A Writer's Book
What is a Sunday Afternoon. Most
weekends you sleep late after staying up late on a Saturday so Sunday
Afternoon is the morning. A late breakfast or a jump ahead to lunch
and the slow crawling dread that tomorrow is a work day. And even if
you love your job the start of a work week kind of sucks. So you rush
out to do something to grab the day to squeeze the last bit of juice
from the fruit of the weekend. And you run into everyone doing the
same thing. The mall, the traffic, the park full of people and kids
and dogs, the movie theater with lines to get in and lines for
popcorn and lines for the bathroom and after spending the last of the
day out you go home and figure out what to eat for dinner. As you
pick through leftovers and boxes of mac and cheese you remember the
times when your mother would make a roast with all of the trimmings
for Sunday dinner. You'd remember getting up early for church and
wearing your good clothes and being shuttled off to Sunday school
while the adults went off to arcane places. And the day would be
spent running around after church with all of the neighborhood kids
getting into all sorts of mischief and dirt and scraped knees and
trees to climb and the day would last forever and then the whistle
from your Mom calling you home because no one had cell phones or
computers or anything with technology. And you'd go home to dinner
and a large TV in the family room that was controlled by the adults
with all of four channels to choose from. And then off to baths and
jammies and bed way too early and promises that you'd stay up as late
as you want when you're an adult. And as an adult you go to bed early
because you have to get up and get to work in the morning.