Monthly Archives: November 2010

Practicality

So… I’m carrying a Glock these days.

I know. It’s practical, pragmatic, conventional…. completely unlike me. I had been carrying my custom CZ-85, switching to a little J-frame when I wanted something smaller and easier to conceal. Then I found myself making excuses for carrying the little Smith instead of the CZ, which was just a little too big and a little too heavy for all-day comfort, especially in warmer weather. Eventually the CZ stayed at home most days and I became one of those guys who took hi-cap semi-autos to the range but dropped a 5-shot snubby in his pocket every morning. Kinda silly.

Glock 32

Then I picked up a Glock 32, almost on a whim, just because I wanted to play with a .357 SIG. It’s light, 100% reliable, easy enough to shoot (yeah, I know, I was hitting 1/2″ to the left. Too much trigger finger.), and I don’t have to feel bad if it gets knocked around or bumped into the occasional doorframe. It’s also almost completely stock; Glock night sights, Glock extended slide stop and extended mag release with the sharp corners lightly broken. The slide stop is about 1387 times more useful than the stock part without getting in the way or impacting reliability, and the mag release provides just enough extra length to let me drop magazines without shifting my grip.

holstered

Carry rig is a Milt Sparks Summer Special 2 and a Blade-Tech mag pouch. The holster rides very comfortably at 4 o’clock and keeps the gun right up next to the body. All-day carry is a breeze, even on the days when I spend 6+ hours on the road.

And cue pdb telling me I almost got it right, except I should have bought a Glock 19 instead…

I just do not have time for this thing anymore.

Life’s still flying by at an apparently ever-accelerating rate. Work’s busy, weekends are busier, and I haven’t blogged in… uh. a month. Oops.

Later today I’m sitting down with a manager to interview for a promotion. By all indications the job is mine for the taking; both the manager and the department head above him have made it quite clear that I’m the Chosen One. And I am not at all sure I want it. I’d be getting a healthy raise, but I’d also be coming on board a team that’s been almost completely gutted over the past month. So there’s a big backlog of stuff that hasn’t been getting done, and huge projects looming on the horizon, and the not-insignificant issue of building a functional, effective new team to replace the severely broken old one.

All of that adds up to long hours and extra stress and starting over at the bottom of a brand-new learning curve. At the same time, the frustrations and annoyances of my current position grate on me more every day, so a change might not be the worst thing in the world.

I should’ve become a monster truck driver, like I wanted to be when I was in the third grade.