So I have a new job with my employer who shall continue to remain nameless at least on the pages of this site, so my days of commuting up to the Bay Area may soon be coming to an end. But I’m here today and the sun is shining and the wind has died and I have an unobstructed view of the city from the 26th floor of the Westin St. Francis and I have a big king-sized Heavenly Bed and they had a sale on socks and undershirts at Old Navy and simple things like that make me happy and there was a shockingly attractive girl with burgundy suede shoes and a big smile talking to me in the lobby and I just finished a fresh apple and almond tart from the café and with all that in mind, life is in general pretty fucking grand.

I’m going to miss this part of my job.

I’m not going to miss the delayed flights and the long lines and the wretched San Jose International Airport that exists only to torment the lives of road warriors the world over, and I won’t miss customers who have no resources and coworkers that don’t need me and feeling fraudulent about my life and my skills and my usefulness and the general state of melancholy that comes from hating what you do.

But despite the fact that I have a new gig, and it may be a great gig (this remains to be seen), I am still keeping my options wide open and my eyes fixed on the horizon and not on my feet. In fact, I am having lunch with an VERY senior executive at a VERY exciting company that will also remain nameless but should there happen to be an opportunity there I just might wet myself with excitement right there at the table. I’ll wear my Depends just in case of employment induced temporary urinary incontinence.

Should all of this fall apart, and I end up deep in another rut and tearing out what’s left of my hair, I promise I have a way out along with the means and an end in mind. I have a plan, an exciting plan, a scary plan, a plan I have eluded to before. I have a dream and an adventure in the back of my head and finally the resources (for the most part) to fulfill it, and all I need is the right time and the right motivation and maybe a pretty girl to give me just the right nudge (Lord knows I could use a good nudge) to tip that scale and flip that switch and turn those wheels to transform this dream from possibility to reality. Those of you who know the biologic Jimbo in addition to the electronic Jimbo probably already know of this plan, but for the rest of you, for the time being I’m keeping it under wraps.

It’s the big scary door with the bright neon sign that says “what if.” For years I’ve been staring at that door and looking for that key. Well I finally have the key in hand, and all I need to do is unlock that door and push. I’m not afraid to do it, ok so maybe I’m a little afraid to do it, but really I wish I had someone, someone special and pretty and athletic and bold, someone who laughs easily and rests easily and doesn’t mind a shiny head and a desperate, overcompensating need for validation.

Someone who would take my hand and step through that door with me.