Today I started my final work week for the year 2023.

Three more days, and another work year is in the books. Honestly, I haven’t spent a lot of time reflecting, because I’ve been too damned busy tying things up before I take off for a week or so.

…And of course today (actually over the weekend), somebody dropped the now-standard end-of-year garbage event.

This year is comparatively mild; mostly just weird management posturing bullshit rather than an arbitrary schedule shift three or four months to the left without warning, though it was awfully frustrating on Friday when I was apparently prepping documents at the same time someone was flexing bureaucratic muscles changing the format at the same time I was building the actual article, leading to some silly real-time commentary/argument.

It’s silly. Especially since the “new, official format” leaves out terribly important, basic information, and includes multiple spelling and grammar mistakes.

This is my life.

Oh well, this weekend I got to hang with the local Pokemon Go crew for the first time in a while, got another excellent cabbage at the farmer’s market, beat the new Civ VI monthly scenario on the first try, and we finally hung up some art on the walls in the new house.

Still, I spent most of the day frustrated.

Then, of course, after hitting the park for my after-work hike, traffic and accidents prevented me from pulling into my own driveway. So be it; I drove forward, hit the grocery store and stopped for a beer at another local place I haven’t been to in a while, and in chatting with the bartender/manager, I might have a lead on another local bar gig…we’ll see.

So, yeah, not all bad, but I’m still twitchy. Things’ll be a bit better come Thursday afternoon.

I hope.