Well, I have started a new project. I ended my project in the Chicago area and now, I'm located down in the Virginia Beach/Newport News area. You would think, based on the location, that I would be working for a defense industry client. Shockingly enough, there is private industry in this araa of the United States. My client is a pretty big wholesaler.

Ah, yes, another couple of weeks, and my family and myself take a nice seven day break on Hilton Head Island, South Carolina.

A couple of months ago, in my journal, I talked about being kicked off of a project in Minneapolis. It only took me four weeks before my company found me a contract in Chicago. So, I've been commuting to Chicagoland for about 10 weeks or so since that time (unfortunately, the client is deep in the suburbs and NOT in downtown Chicago).

My client has asked that I be removed from my project. This is the fist time this has happened in six years on the job.

In this career, this type of action is not unusual, I have seen it in nearly every project. And, I am not worried about being laid off. There is plenty of work out there. If this happened 18 months ago, I'd be worried. Today, I should be OK.

Not that anyone cares...but I do care, and it's my journal.

It is now 12:07am ET on January 30th, 2004. My son is now, officially, six months old. I never understood why people acted like idiots when it came to their children. Now that I have a child, I understand. Having a child is the greatest thing ever.

My son was born in July, 2003. My wife was pretty amazing during the pregnancy. First (and foremost), I had a designated driver for nine months, which sort of made up for all those times my wife came up to me at various parties and said "Stop drinking, you are driving home tonight." :)

Second of all, not only did she not even touch a glass of wine, she held to a very strict diet and counted, every day, how much protein and vitamins her body was taking in.