The Decision

So I made my decision.  I said no.  Just kidding, lame joke.  At this point its pretty obvious that I was going to accept, I just wanted to work out a few details with work, and coming home after this journey is over.  For someone about to leave his job in the middle of a recession, I’m pretty risk averse, so I need to have some sort of plan for when I come home.

I don’t have an exact  date set yet for when I’m going to leave for Germany, but its going to be in late March.  Pretty close… I like it.  Less time to think about other options.  Right now I’m in preparation mode.  My daily events outside of work have mainly consisted of working out for about 2 hours to make up for the previous 10 spent in a cubical and thinking about/buying things I’ll need, notably a new laptop to replace my 2002 model that I have doubts will ever pass through a security checkpoint.  I decided to take full advantage of my benefits at work which I have yet to do in my 2 years of employment, and have gone on an absolute spree of health related office visits.  I squint all day usually, don’t really mind it,  but picked up some ill glasses… thinking they were to be paid for by my insurance.  $350 and 3 visits later, I now have a pair of bad ass Harley Davidson (from the cheap rack) glasses and for some reason I decided to let ol cunning Dr. LaRue talk me into also getting contacts.  I have never worn glasses a day in my life, and I got contacts.  Nice.  Not that I’m Mr. Magoo, but I do sometimes lose the ball in the sky on overcast days, or night games, so I consider this an investment I guess.  I don’t want to start a rant about how much I hate these contacts, but so far I see the pros as being:  I can see things clearer that are far away.  The cons are:  The world looks like they are viewed through a fishbowl that is constantly blurring in different spots, tearing, awkward, sometimes painful and always distracting.  I hear you get use to them, I hope that’s true.