So, I am supposed to do this blog thing for TheLostOgle.com. Nothing major, just every once in awhile I inject some perspective related to the metro area. That was the agreement I made with Pat. Of course, I learned today that I've been shirking my duties because apparently the site has been up for weeks (which in internet aging equates to approximately eons), and some guy named Tony has been churning out articles at the same rate that Starbucks puts up new stores. I'd have some choice words, but obviously if I didn't know the site was running, I'm not in the know enough to understand the profanity policy for TheLostOgle.
Truthfully, I would have shirked my duties anyway. You see, I'm in Hell. About a year ago, I learned the company I worked for, which had been an Oklahoma City institution for 75 years (they took out a full page ad in The Oklahoman to celebrate this accomplishment in which my name could be read if you had a really strong magnifying glass--my parents were so proud) had sold to a Houston based energy company in order to make the wealthy CEO an uber wealthy unemployed guy. So, to keep my job, I would have been forced to move to the city I have affectionately referred to as "the armpit of North America" since college. I passed.
Instead, I took a job with another company explicitly stating that my objective was to keep earning a living good enough to keep feeding my family while staying in Oklahoma. After a month on the job, I got assigned to the one out of state client the company possesses, and they are located in...wait for it...the place I accepted the position in order to avoid.