Genealogy alert
So on Monday I quit my job. Once again Beastie Boys lyrics prove prophetic:
Quit my job
Cut my hair
Cut my boss
Because I don’t care
This Friday is my last day. I’ve wrapped most everything else up, so this should be an easy week except for the awkwardness of explaining that I haven’t been fired.
In other news… I traced by family tree all the way back to this guy:
Rognvald Eysteinsson “The Wise” Jarl of Moare and Romsdal
b. c. 830, Maer, Nord Trondelag, Norway
d. c. 890-4, Orkney, Orkney Islands, Scotland
I fear that I have stumbled on to the cheesy side of genealogy. I mean, from this point it should be possible to go back to Odin, since the Norse kings claimed that they descend from him. But I can’t resist typing names into Family Tree Maker.
Earlier today, we had some friends over that we haven’t seen for about a year and a half. I told them my whole spiel… quit my job, don’t know if I wanna stay in high tech, taking time off, blah blah blah… And they said “You said the same exact thing last time we saw you.” Oy! That kind of takes the wind out of this whole finding yourself thing.