I had a nice diversion today. I took the boy and we went to see "The Last Samurai". I found it to be a deeply moving and inspirational movie. Yet another tale of the old world fighting the new. Something that anyone who knows me, is a topic that is near and dear to my heart.

While I am moved by movies such as these and long for a simpler and innocent time, I know that redemption for us as a people is lost. As a whole we admire the business ethic and view it as the ultimate truth. Our heroes are the Bill Gates or Donald Trumps of the world, people who have made a vast fortune out of modest beginnings.

However, these are not the people whom I respect. In reality I look at them as thieves and assassins. The king rats who have clawed and murdered their way to the top. Honorless men who are rewarded for their prowess. Perhaps this is why I am a pauper. I refuse to stoop to their level.

I guess this reflects no more true than in my recent experience with GW. I excelled as a manager because I served those who served me. I looked to their success and honored them whenever they honored me. However, my boss did not honor me. He distrusted me and did not look to my success. In fact, it is clear to me that he looked to my demise from the beginning. Perhaps he was threatened by me. Regardless, I did not serve a worthy master. It is best that I am gone. At least I can leave with a clear conscience knowing that I was honorable even to the end.

So, by this entry I put it all behind me. No more will I write about it. The rats do not deserve my attention.

I'm fighting hard not to fall into despair. Still no word on any of the jobs I put in for. Not that they could call me anyhow. My cell phone is on the fritz again. We just paid for a months of service and something else goes wrong. Man, when is it gonna get better? I know it could be alot worse but I just want a glimmer of hope again.

The past few days I've been feeling the urge to take off for California on my own. I'm just wasting my time here and greatly lessening my chances of finding a job back home. I feel useless, like I'm waiting for something that may never happen. Like a prisoner on death row waiting for his pardon.

To top things off we can't run the heater so it's very cold here. A damp kind of cold like in Mordor that seems to seep into my very bones. In fact, my shoulder has been aching again.

I continue to look to God that he might deliver us from this fate that Games Workshop has left us to.