So I went and saw Darkside. We spent about an hour standing outside talking shop in various forms. It really is a different experience being a supervisor than not being one. I also realized what an extraordinary amount of trust it takes for me to let someone walk behind me without turning to face them. We looked at the rabbit in the moon and talked about road construction. We played "spot the weeds in the rock lawn" and talked about the perils of Avaya. E-mail filter rules. Automatic summaries of massive amounts of e-mail, each with Viagra spelled a different way. Broken 800 number setups that don't transfer right, and wrong numbers being given out. Training. The Philosopher, and how he really does sound massively sketchy on the phone and should probably always be on the Dendarii survey, or should even transfer off $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB, and supervisory moments of pure *facepalm*. My excellent beta-tester. His plots. Zip code follies.
At the end of the day, it is still and always this man who I need to confess my fears and dreams to. Hardly completely, because we converse like we have unmedicated ADHD, slipping and sliding from topic to topic, circling and returning but consciousness streaming, playing off each other, but always him.
We need this more often, both of us, face to face babbling and giggling until words run dry and there's nothing left to talk about but the moon.