kenjisan

The next two years

Thanks to Verizon's new policies of totally fucking over anyone who doesn't sign anything less than a two-year contract, I have now signed a two-year contract. That means I'll be in the States for at least the next two years (for those of you who haven't heard yet, NZ is off, caput, dead).

A couple nights ago, I had this weird dream where I was training for a half-marathon at Washington & Lee. There were two other runners on the track, training for the same thing, and we were all running around the quarter-mile lap at an amazingly high speed. My trainer (yes, I had a trainer in my dream) was none other than Cyndi's dad, and he was yelling at the other two runners and praising me. Oh, and I was chewing on one of those candy cigarettes you used to be able to buy when we were kids.

I'm not sure what the meaning of this dram is, or why I shared it, but it struck me as relevant here. There was this weird sense of redundancy to the whole dream, even though it appeared (from the verbal feedback I was getting) to be the right thing to do.

Anyway, my number hasn't changed, and suprisingly, Verizon transferred the number within 5 minutes of walking out the doors. My new phone is the ultra-trendy Kyocera SE47 "slider" phone and I've already received a phone call in the metro, which made me stupidly giddy.

Things are looking up, even if they're looking familiar.