Once upon a time, I was a lowly ICT helpdesk guy. My manager had just moved his
office into the main building and had his telephone reconnected. To celebrate,
he called our receptionist. He spoke the immortal words: "I am back in town, honey!"
Earlier this week, I had a pressing matter of disk space unaccountably running out on my Vagrant box. Vagrant machines are commonly quite small. Normally, that would be no big problem, since LAMP stacks generally do not need much disk space. However, suddenly I had an unusable vagrant box. Damn.
Today, I ran my first race in five-to-six ish years. It was a 10k cross-country run. Interestingly, I experienced the same old jitters that I used to have when I was more fanatic in the old non-dadbod days.
This week, I made a minor step that felt as the end of an era. Recently, I
switched jobs. With my former employer, I agreed to retain my laptop and phone
in case they wanted to hire my services . Last week, I returned them, which
made me feel strangely liberated.
Back when my grandmother and her siblings were still alive, my parents arranged a dinner for them. They sat next to each other and had over 240 years of memories to share. All they talked about, was the past, which makes sense. Having lived through a huge economic crisis and a World War, they had done their part. Soon, the world would go on without them and they were at peace with themselves. All that was left, was their long lives to reflect upon.
Today is our national Liberation Day, which used to be the celebration of the end of World War Two. Over the years, its meaning has been evolving. Today, we celebrate liberty, democracy and human rights in general. Or do we?