I am in the process of deleting all of Hidden City off my server. Before you ask, no, I’m not shutting it down. I’m just cleaning house as part of the redesign.
Nonetheless, it’s a creepy feeling, seeing files start to disappear. It’s also rather melancholy, in part because memories are being revived that have lain dormant for quite some time. Do not raise up that which you cannot rightly put down again, as Lovecraft once said (or words to that effect). Yes, well, I’m not raising anything on purpose, but things happen.
In other news, any enjoyment of my job I retained has been crushed out of existence by a woman who works in one of our out of state offices. It’s a strange situation for me to know someone is behaving unethically and unprofessionally, but because of the Byzantine hierarchy of the corporation, there isn’t even anyone with whom to file a complaint. It isn’t anything illegal, if course, just pathological lying for personal gain. Hell, that’s the American way, right? She’ll undoubtedly be promoted soon.
The writing class I’m taking is… well, quite odd. Due to the short duration of the class and number of enrolled students, out of ten hours of class I am scheduled for twenty minutes of peer review. Ah well, the purpose was for me to try out school again, after a twenty year absence. The students are interesting, certainly, with about 30-40% of them being currently professional writers looking for tips. Only one is a retired dilettante, which defies the stereotype of a non-credit continuing education class with “creative” in the title.
And it’s less that two weeks before Hallowe’en and I haven’t done anything decorative or celebratory yet. Man, I need to do something to reorder my life.
And yes, if you were wondering, this post is just to allay the concerns of those who wonder if I might have shuffled off to the eternal Buffalo. That’s why it makes less sense even than usual.