I started my new job two days ago now and one of the things that I noticed the most was that I seem to be much less stressed out at work. Here I'm pretty much left alone to do what needs to be done. My new Boss told me that he'll supply the equipment I just need to tell him what I need to do the job properly. Far cry from the old company that's still going through people like they cost money or something...

Instead of writing in my blog lately I've taken to watching HBO's 'Six Feet Under'. Six Feet Under is quite an odd show yet I feel myself identifying with one of the main characters 'David' very intensely. That's not to say I like David or even admire him as a character but I do find it uncanny how many of the situations he finds himself in I've been in. The writers for the show have obviously had some pretty serious religious background.

A while back I stepped on the scale in my baggage room and almost died when the nasty red numbers rose up to 180lbs. Now of course this is fully clothed with my pockets full but good Lord is that heavy. Of course at first I blamed the scale and I made the airport order a new one. Well unfortunately when they switched it they didn't tell me so I kept insisting the scale was wrong, as there's NO WAY I should weight that much, and of course the joke was on me. So now I'm blaming my rapid weight gain on all the working out I do... that and the never ending buffet I'm forced to deal with everynight.

Tomorrow I'm officially going to have been here for 21 days and unfortunately because of the way that I left the old company and came into the new one there's not really anyone to step in and take my place when I'm gone. That of course means that I'm going to have to stay for an extended period of time. I'm just hoping that it's not going to be any longer than 2 more weeks as I think I may just lose it before that.