Down but Not Out

Procrastinating for over a year and a half, after setting up my Blogspot; I finally decided it was a good time to be proactive, start my blog and freshen up on my literrr...littry...ahhh screw it, writing skills. With such a long time passing, I've since forgotten my "User Name" and "Password", as one does when one procrastinates; and with my new found Carpe Diem attitude, I decided to seize the day and figured that the Facebook Notes application would be a good a place as any to write my first entry and be the temporary home for my needless rantings.

I started my first day of work at a software development company called DVT yesterday. It was a rather strange experience after having worked for Reflex Nutrition South Africa. It was strange because at Reflex, being one of the directors, I was my own boss and never really had to report to anyone. Even stranger was the fact that the two industries are on completely opposite sides of the spectrum. Sports Nutrition has no significant similarities to software. One industry is saturated with binary cowboys while the other protein, obsessed he-men.

So different, sudden and unexpected - perhaps due to the distraction of showing a pretty, cool Canadian, named Katrina around Cape Town - this change came, that I had a mild panic attack on the eve of starting my new job. It suddenly dawned on me that I was 25 years old, single, and not nearly as financially set as I was hoping to be. My ambition to beat the rat race seemed to distance itself further from actualization (is that even a word?).

Luckily, I have a background in IT otherwise I think I would have fallen to pieces, as computers, I have found, instills fear in the hearts of even the most hardened veterans. I've seen top business persons cry, because of work lost due to not knowing how to work their software correctly.

In such times of tribulation I look up to my hero, John Rambo for inspiration. My friend Bryan and I are such big fans, that he especially flew up from Port Elizabeth last week so we could witness the greatest theatrical experience of all time ever, together...okay so he was up for a family do, but none-the-less the timing was perfect.

Pigeonholed with all the odds against him, being 60 years old, sun beaten and weathered, Rambo single handedly disbanded the Burmese opposition. And as I watched one quote in particular stood out amongst the gore and death "Live for nothing, or die for something!"

So as I sit and contemplate on the way forward with my cup of Starbucks Pike Place Special Reserve coffee - A blend that can only be found at the Original Starbucks in Seattle's Pike Place market, courtesy of Ernesto; and with manna from old Sly, I feel a supernatural assurance about my future.