As you know I’ve been writing Uncanny Flats for a while now and I plan to continue writing for just as long as the Internet Police can’t find me. So don’t worry uncannyflats.com will go on. There will likely be some changes though.
You see last week I quit my old job where I’d been working tier 1 technical support for a web hosting company. When your email broke or your site went down because you didn’t pay your freaking bill or you made some bad life choices I was the one you called to yell at. But that’s over.
I’ve accepted a new position as a drafter with an engineering firm. My schedule there is going to be quite different from what I have enjoyed at the hosting company where I could go in at the butt crack of dawn and work to the early afternoon. Thereby giving me afternoon hours to attend school where I’m studying drafting and giving me time to write articles for Uncanny Flats.
All that means is that my new posts may be fewer and farther between for the next several months while I finish my schooling so I can actually be qualified for the new job that I’ll be starting tomorrow.
While all of this job changing mess has been going on I’ve also made some changes to the site. Specifically, I changed hosts. One of the perks of managing the servers at a hosting company is that you can easily hide your tiny unknown sites on the server and host them for free. I imagine I could have kept that up after leaving the company but I do try and maintain at least some small amount of morality in my life. What does any of this mean to you? Nothing. Only that if you come across an article that is missing an image or has broken links, I’m sorry there were lots of things borked in the move. I’m working on fixing those.
To make sure the transition of jobs and schedules and plans and means really stuck in my mind I also had the opportunity this weekend to run the 2014 Ragnar Wasatch Back relay. When asked why I did it I told people it was for the challenge and adventure. And it was a challenge and adventure. As we met our team at the exchange I realized that of all the things to forget to bring with me to a race, I forgot my running shoes. Luckily my dad, who was also on the team, brought two pairs and I was able to cram my size 13 feet in his size 12 Altras. That’s where the title comes from. We made it work and I survived. I’m hopeful that at some point I’ll be able to feel my toes again.
For all my fans of Uncanny Flats I need your help going forward. Send me your tips on articles. I’ve never turned one down so far and I don’t intent to start until someone sends a real stinker.