The Windows 8 deployment at school is going pretty well. I’m very happy with how it’s been going lately. Out of the 90 netbooks I’m working on, about 60 of them have been updated, with the remaining 30 left to go. These are the high school ones, and I just started with them today. I could be done with them all by tomorrow, which is fantastic. That’ll leave me with about 30 Lenovo laptops to update next week, and the hard part will be done. I can then create customized task sequences and deploy them easily to the desktops that need to be updated. Once I do that, I’ll be done and this project will be done and my main summer responsibility will be done. It’s really awesome, especially since these netbooks are running better than I’ve ever seen then run. The kids are in for a treat this Fall.
Life has been chugging along at a nice pace, and I’m neither happy or unhappy with it. It is what it is, and I’m I think I’m okay with that. I don’t know for sure. I wish I worked out more and read more and wrote more, but I’m still enjoying my break from all that, to a point. I’m doing my best to at least read, especially since I have two unread New Yorker magazines to go through. I received on yesterday, and I received another one today. I’m also still in the middle of White Teeth by Zadie Smith, so I’m not without stuff to read. As far as writing goes, I’m still not far enough removed from my novel to want to get started on it. It’ll come to me soon. I can feel that. But working out, that’s something that’s bothering me more than the rest. At first, I stopped working out because it was simply too hot. Then as I got used to not working out, it got really hard to simply get started, and now I’m back to struggling with that. I’m taking my pack test (for sure this time) next Thursday, and I want to be in somewhat good shape for that. I’ll try to pick my ass up and get started on that soon.
I’ve been thinking a lot about buying stuff for my home, and I think that’s a symptom to a problem I don’t know I have yet. Maybe something’s bothering me, or I’m unhappy or depressed or something, but, for some reason, I can’t see it yet. I know I can go a long time without buying anything because I’ve done it before, and the act of not buying anything made me happy. Do I think I’ll be happier if I buy stuff? Am I trying to fill some hole? I don’t know. I just know that I’m eager to buy stuff, and I don’t know why.
I’ve also been too concerned with old relationships lately, and that in itself could be a symptom to a much bigger and potentially dangerous problem I can’t even see yet. Hopefully I figure it out soon.