the hole in my heart...

So here I am happily working at my new temp job with hopes of going perm. I am trying to fight my ambivilent feelings for committing to a new type of job after working in IT for so long. But the reality of not working permanently for over a year and with the new addition to my life I guess this is better than nothing.

The new position is great! The work is easy, people are nice and friendly, the office has that cutting edge dot com design and the commute is not that bad. I make my own hours and do actually receive overtime. However, I am literally back at ground zero.

Although I am at a lower floor, I can see the big hole every morning on my way to work. It a constant reminder of my former life. Others remember it too. I am comforted by my new company's emergency evacuation procedures and emergency kit availability. "Z" asked me if they gave out cyanide pills. Interestingly, they don't.

Its all about fate, as I contemplate "am I any safer at the crack house I call home?"