It’s amazing how you can draw parallels between the smallest things and your life…

Imagine 2D’s aquarium, which not so long ago started with forty fish and a bad pH/saline mix or something. A couple of days later, he was left with one very very neurotic fish. Can you imagine what was going through its tiny little mind? “Dyin’! They’re all a dyin’! Little Johnny, Big Joe, Two-Fin Fred…They’re all gone! What’ll I do? What’ll I do?” He must not have been sleeping well at night, swimming little circles, pacing back and forth. (In fact, I’m pretty sure he was doing that…)

And, to draw the parallels to my life, substitute the following:

1) replace ‘aquarium’ with ‘office’
2) replace ‘forty’ with ‘five’
3) replace ‘fish’ with ‘web developer’

It was quite the uncomfortable/strange day at work yesterday, and I understand that I’m going to be pretty lonely in that office in the near future (if we’re keeping the same room). It’s a bit of shock, a bit of survivor guilt and a bit of ‘je ne sais quoi’.

I’m not looking at running but I’m pretty freaked out. I suppose I should make a concious effort to keep the CV up to date (I’ve done a lot since I last dusted it off, and it’s only been a few months) just in case.

To keep myself sane, I’ve decided to keep OD’s disco ball in the room and name it ‘Stu’. (Shades of ‘Castaway’.) I intend to talk to it. This is how I will keep myself sane. Yes, this is how I will keep myself sane, talking to Stu. People who talk to themselves are crazy. But I will be talking to Stu. Stu may want a wig at some point, I think he’s a little self-concious about his hairline. OK, Stu, maybe next week.

On the other hand, I’ve got a whole bunch of roomies looking for jobs. If anybody is looking for web developers (front and back end), please drop me an email.

So again, to reiterate. I feel like a neurotic fish. I have not been sleeping well, and I’m coming down with something. (I think I got too close to 2D on Monday night.) I have a new friend Stu, who I will talk to.

Everybody say hi to Stu.