I was just perusing this site and am amazed at all the blogs here. From crochet ladies to Romainain stockbrokers there seems an endless supply of people with something to say. I feel guilty taking up this space with my mid life ramblings. The blog page effects are quite good. I obvouisly have to study a bit more to upgrade this blog.

I even got to read of a young man eager to work at a new computer job. A bright new opportunity for the lad. Its hard to concentrate as the guy in the cube next to me is making so much noise. He is packing up his stuff to take early retirement, at the urging of our employer. He is not seeing the same opportunity as the lad in another country. As we joke, layoffs will continue until morale improves.

Maybe its physics, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. A job here in the US, ends and job somewhere else opens up. Damn Science ! Is it too late to burn down the universities and stop this insidious philosophy? Where are the ludites when you need them ?

I never thought this blog site would hit so close to home. I feel so bad for my peers being being let go. I can see them as others than numbers or statistics. One with a new baby, another just bought a house and another sending kids to college. Some dramatic changes will happen.

I dont hate the those who have recieved these jobs. Afterall they want to better themselves as we did. My CEO's on the other hand. I fear them as I have learned one can be 'let go' if found blogging. Oh MY! I am some rebel who could potentially harm my corporate benefactor thru
expression in a public forum. The adrenalin is rustling thru my bones.

Yeah thats what I need more fear in my life. If its not terrorist's infiltrating my country using thier real names and shoe bombs at the airport, its Homeland Security asking me to rat out my suspicious neighbors or shrinkwrapping my house with duct tape, or figuring out what color coded day it is. I always confuse the fed's security colors with my cities 'dont breathe the air today' warnings.

Commuter traffic is not lethal enough, I need self induced work related stress. SIWRS ? That could be the next big syndrome. Wonder if I can get royalties for naming a disease?

Medical Disease name patents! Time to be considering my next job. Trying to stay a step ahead of the axe here. We muse each day on a job that will pay well and be secure, for at least a few years. Then there are the lottery dreamers. If I could just win......

Maybe blogging is the answer, releasing stress in the written form. Not as exciting as going postal or road rage. But you do get to keep a bit of your sanity. Wasn't it sanity that got me here in the first place?

Ever wonder why there is only one sneaker on the side of the road ? I was driving to work one morning and saw an old hi-top tennis shoe on the shoulder. As I motored past at 2 mph the usual drivetime speed here in Dallas, I lamented the passing foot wear.

Was there some kid with only one shoe out there looking for this one? Maybe it wasn't a kid! A super human hybrid the defense department developed was tested on this very freeway. He could have been running past all the speeding cars (at 2mph?) when he had a blow out. Kapow! the shoe flies off and his blistering speed keeps him from stopping to pick up the shoe.

I guess the mind can wonder a bit as I creep down the freeway following the red sea of taillights. Just one long train of disconnected cars and passengers.

Yeah the old hy-top sneaker. That brings me back to the days of P.F.flyers. Shoes so old they are back in style. I can remember wearing them. They had to be hy-top, black canvas with thirty feet of laces. White sneakers were for the medical profession back then. Mostly those guys with white outfits who put strait jackets on people as best I can remember.

According to the commercials jumping higher and running faster were the by products of owning these shoes. That is until the olympics stole those claims for there own motto.

Like all things, I have past the shoe and am on to the next road rubble. That was some time back then running around those summer days with brand new P.F. flyers. Now I am driving by slowly like a funeral procession passing my youth in the form of an old shoe on the road.

No matter how fast the secret defense agency made me run, I would have gone back to get that shoe.

I am asking that question as I dont really have an answer myself. All I wanted to do was comment on something I read and now I am being drawn into this internet fad.