I took a drive out through the countryside of rural Indiana yesterday. It wasn’t all fun and games, though, I had to visit a prospective customer. That of course meant being on my best tech-guy behavior, and not talking techno-babble to the people making decisions. Luckily, I managed to restrain my tendency to talk under stress like a 15 year-old with a brand new princess phone and her own line in her room.
What do you mean that doesn’t happen anymore? Stupid cells phones ruin everything.
Anyway, on the drive home, I basked in the pleasant afternoon sunshine and let the wind whip through the car as I passed cornfield after cornfield. As is usual on days with such beautiful weather, I got to thinking how nice it would be to be my own master, running my own business, where my time was actually my time. I used to think that would mean starting up a little brewery. I’m not so sure that’s still much of a dream, though. I wrote about it in a Hoperatives post today. You should read it to find out if you can expect a Puddintopia Brewing Co. anytime soon.
In the mean time, I think I’ll keep my day job.