A woman named Fire

I met one.  And it was only one of two awesome events that happened at Job1.
The first was actually a ringtone.  Scene:  Guy in line, phone goes off, Me, "Do I hear the Knight Rider theme?" Guy, "Yeah." Me, "ahhhsome!"

Second awesome moment.  A woman whose last name was Fire.  I even had to ask since I had to see her ID.  Oddly enough, I don't remember her name, but her husband's name was Calvin.  Calvin Fire.  Awesome.

Then somewhere between the middle of Job1, through Job1, and on to Job2, my past decided to punch me in the face.
Four distinct yet interconnected leads of my past decided to show up.
And they led me to the idea that the cosmos wanted to tell me a thing or two.
It gave me a step in the right direction for one.
The other step I don't think I'm willing to take.  Yet, anyway.  I'll give it 20 years or so.

So kudos to you cosmos.  You really threw out all the stops.  Well, all but one, and that would have driven me insane.  More, insane?
Yeah.

Originally, this was going to be:
I don't really have a purpose here anymore.
I just kinda show up, make funny noises, and leave a puddle.

Aaannnd now it's:
I don't really have a porpoise here.
Where's a beach ball when you need it?
And there's still a damn puddle.

Ahh, consistency.
I'm gonna go now and enjoy more alcohol.
Oyasumi nasai,