Smooth Operator... Operated Effectivly.

So all day at work I was thinking about things I wanted to write about once I got home.... you know a hard day of working on PACS Stuff will do that to you. I get home... I have a beer... and now I'm drawing a blank.

I think that the drive home is relaxing me to much.

That or having a pitch black beer that is not guiness on a empty stomach was not the best thing that I could have done.


Either way... I can't think of anything to talk about other then that damned my space site. Though I did find my Field Engineer from Kingman when we were installing the PACS system up there. It was good to see that she is doing well.

Actually Kingman has come up in alot of discussions this week at work with regards to PACS systems and coworkers at SHC getting ready to leave. It's kind of funny, when you are working at a place every one makes it sound like the world will come to a screaching halt if anything would happen to you. That was the feeling that I got from some folks when my decsion to leave KRMC was made public. Other people seemed to care less.

6 months later... I know I made the right choice (yeah like it was really that hard). I've found that I really didn't think about KRMC almost at all in the last 6 months and it's only been this week that people have activly brought it up in conversation. It's odd to talk about KRMC in the past tense so dismissvley. I guess the really surprising part is that the only contact I've had with KRMC has been the X-ray department. Which considering that is where I basically spent my last year I guess it's not that surprising.

It was no secret that I was unhappy. I don't know if it was Kingman or if it was KRMC. Part of me thinks it was one... the other part thinks it was the other... and yet a third part thinks it was both things. I know that there are loose threads from my former life there that will never be cleaned up. I think about those threads from time to time too. They are just that though... threads... threads makeup the cloth of the person (hey that's pretty good I should drink and write more often) Eventually those couple of loose threads will get woven into the cloth and they will just be apart of my life instead of dangling out there for me to look at glaringly every time I think about her.

Catharsis? I don't think I really have one at this time... actually I don't even know if I know what "Catharsis" is... I know has something to do with the projection of emotions or feelings onto something else.

There is something else that has happened since I moved... that whole thoughts and feelings things... holy crap that next thing you know I will taking about retirment plans and what I would like to do as a small venture capital firm.

Oh no... I've grown up...