SOC: The Trip Home

Well I am on my way home. My first official "work vacation" is over. I am once again several thousand feet in the air and my ear drums are tight with pressure. It hurts just a little. So does my knee. But my belly is quite full and my belt is under a bunch of pressure too. But this pressure makes me very happy.

You see on the way out of town to the airport this morning I had my mother stop at In-N-Out. While there I ordered a vanilla shake, Double-Double, and fries both animal style (but more on that later). For those who have never eaten at In-N-Out, you are missing something truely great. They are without a doubt the best hamburger joint I have ever eaten at. That's all they do; burgers, fries, and drinks. I was able to go their twice this week. My breath stunk of onions, cheese, and meat, butI didn't care.

To order something Animal Style mean that you have them grill the onions with their sauce (normally it just comes with fresh onions). But the grilling seals in the flavor. It wasn't until I accidentally ordered fries animal style three years ago that I became a believer. Not only do the grill onions and the sauce, but then they put cheese on the fries and mix it in with the onions and then put more sauce on top of it. Arteries get clogged!

But enough of food none of you can have. I want to say that I am glad to be coming home. Not only am I happy to be able to come back to my own bed, but I acctually look forward to coming in to work. While it was nice not to have to deal with somethings this past week, it will put my mind at ease once I can get my hands on a few projects that I know ned some attention. I am needed at my job, and that makes me feel good.

I was hoping to be able to talk with Dad while I was home about how to properly balance my life. While I had more than enough opportunities to do so, I did not avail myself of any of them. I don't know why. He is old (68 today!). He has a wealth of experience. But for some reason my stubborn self seemed to say that I want to figure this one out for myself. Maybe it's my passage into manhood. Who knows?

Addiction is bad. And I am without a doubt addicted to work. It is my goal this year to try and find that balance. To say: "It's 5pm and it's time to go home." And then not worry about what didn't get done, or what isn't going to get done because I actually left. We'll see.

Well I think my stream of consciousness is nearly over. For those of you who managed to get this far, you must enjoy reading. Did I learn anything on this trip? Nothing life altering. But I do know how to check the battery life on my laptop. 1:34 hours left!