Ed Bilodeau

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# Notice (Oct 19/05): So ends my stay here on Blogger. This morning Google implemented an anti-spam 'feature' that forces me to answer a challenge phrase when I want to post to my own blog. No notice of the change, nothing. Worse is that it doesn't even work! I type the phrase, submit, "An error occured", post deleted. Damn you, Google. Chances are I will revive my blog somewhere else, sometime soon. I'll post the new coordinates here as soon as they become available. (BTW, I'm unable to post anything to my RSS stream, so I'd appreciate it if readers could spread the word and ask people to take a look at this notice)

Update (Oct 19/05, ~noon): After a frustrating few hours (and not just trying out alternatives to Blogger), I've decided that this is a good time to take a break from all this. A day? A week? Who knows. But I need to step away from it before I pass a heavy magnet over the whole mess.

Update 2: According to this post, the reason I'm seeing the CAPTCHA (challenge phrase) is that Blogger has classified my blog as spam. Thanks. User for five years and now I'm spam. I searched the Blogger site, but there is no mention of how to get the spam flag turned off. There is also no way of contacting anyone at Blogger. Wow. Spam they say I am, so spam I must be. Maybe it is time to take a break.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Inhale : "Please report for call centre training."

I spent some time today going through my work email in preparation for Monday's return. Three weeks off, and I was looking forward to getting back to work. Ahh, but the power of email, to carry a simple message, a string of characters, a pointer to a memory, remembering that it is going to be harder then I may be ready for.

"Please report for call centre training."

The key to happiness is to lead a simple life. On Monday, my life is going to get a lot more complicated. Already I feel as if I'm teetering on the edge of that rut, arms outstretched, short, shallow breaths.

"Please report for call centre training."

I'm looking forward to the teaching. Preparing my lectures, interacting with the students. Even the correcting. The rest of it is... complicated. Very complicated.

"Please report for call centre training."

The operation was a big deal for me. I made promises! Things would be different. They have to be different. But I can't forget how tenuous things feel, like running on a log in the water. Pushing back is just as likely to drop me in the drink as it is to change things around me.

"Please report for call centre training."
"Please report for call centre training."
"Please report for call centre training."