I’m unclean! UNCLEAN!

At least, that’s what I’m assuming. Do you know how long it’s been since anyone at my “job” has talked to me? Over a week. I’m not welcome in the office, no one talks to me, and I busted my ass last week to meet a deadline that has since been ignored. Sure, working from home is a dream. It just flows a lot better when people actually talk to you.

I also think they told all my clients I’m not there anymore. This is mostly good – remember, I hate people – but I DID have some favourite clients who just sort of disappeared on me without a word. I’ve been sending out some emails to see if I’m still alive or if perhaps I’ve been trapped in some sort of static warp bubble. I did think it was strange that Dalen Quaice would drop in on me unannounced, but since I don’t have a talking computer that tells me the universe is only 705 meters in diameter, I have no real way of knowing.

Sorry – it’s been a while since I’ve gone off on a too-detailed nerd tangent, and I felt I had some ground to make up.

Okay, one more: Darmok and Jalad at Tenagra!!!11one

My paranoia does get in the way of real life sometimes, though. For instance, my client just emailed me back – he wasn’t told to stay away from me or bribed with hand jobs in addition to sub-par service, he just took an extra week of vacation. Dang. Apparently, not everything is steeped in treachery to make some spicy conspiracy tea.

Still, I’m not happy. I never thought I’d miss other people, but I do. I am a lousy hermit. I’m also still struggling with my pariah status. Perhaps it’s time to do something about it, because complaining on the internet certainly isn’t getting my anywhere. I’m sure there are people out there somewhere who would appreciate me for who I am and what I can do .. I just need to find them, is all.