I used to be a programmer. The world has moved on, and new paradigms have replaced what I used to know. So, like many before me... I'm apparently obsolete.
Ok, so I'm upset... my value to the universe seems to be hitting a all-time low. But, If I give up... the universe wins. Can't have that. At least, not without a fight.
But, it's difficult to make progress when you are your own worst enemy. Seriously.
The art (of programming) has moved on; and 20-somethings who think they rule the world (after all, nothing of any value was invented before them), and they have a point; ignore my desperate pleas for recognition, payment even.
Besides the locals (who disrespect everything that isn't) and "co-opt" anything they can carry... pry up anything not bolted down (so they can carry it); and see no harm in it... I'm getting pushback from my other customers -- it's telling me that I'm depending too much upon this payment. If I cannot walk away... they win.
Cats need medicine, treatment (teeth for Saido), and just the ongoing food expenses...
I'm not liking this game much. Can we reset?
Mom wants me to move to Portland, that means giving up the condo I've fought to keep; and can't say she's entirely wrong... but when do you cut your losses?
it's not a good night in the neighborhood.
Seriously.
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