This shit is fucking over

My New Life as a Red

Nix that previous post. KBR took me with open arms.Any reservation I had was washed away by the offer I was given. A week in, I am drowning in a completly new set of terminology, and desperately trying to learn a new system that hasn't even been developed yet. Information overload, to say the least, but today being payday, I see the reaping of the benefits.

The cyclical nature of things

It seemed like just a moment ago that I was jacking deskbars and applying to UT as a joke. Now my full-time academic career is over, and the search for a path intensifies. I must commend certain municipalities for thier expeditious responses to my applications; they move faster than the corporations I petitioned, and if things go well, they will have won over a previous corporate whore. Of course, I declare almost whatever I find a temporary settlement; post-bacchelorate studies are still pending (Accountancy? Paralegal?).

A shame about KBR, but then, everyone has a budget to stick to.

Today marks 2.5 years with Leslie. If the summer goes good, in six months on our third year, I may just have to buy a ring.

Of course, she doesn't know. I rely on the fact that either you don't read this or you know the benefits of a good surprise.

What drives us

As I sit waiting for my next tech support shift to come, thoughts of what drives me to be such a money-mongling bastard come to mind. What has been truly driving my quest to seek out the most lucrative of futures? The answer, though simple, yet not so, has arisin asonishingly easily: my significant other. Going back on what previous entries have said, I expunge on what she deserves, and have defined my happiness through our own harmonious existence. Happiness isn't perhaps fueled by money as much as it is lubricated by it. This isn't as much a complaint as it is an observation (I initially inexplicably typed "exaggeration." Freudian slip?). Comfort is, after all, the best nurturing ground for complacent bliss.

And as for tech support, I share with you two little experiences I have had in my hopefully short tenure with T*l*n*tw*rks.

Ryan: Alright, your computer's back up and running, right?
Teenaged Customer: Yeah, just need to let all this garbage load up.
Ryan: Off the record, try msconfig to try and disable some of that stuff.
Teenaged Customer: Off the record?
Ryan: Yep, I didn't tell you anything, and if anything goes wrong you can't run crying to ********.net.
Teenaged Customer: K, looks like the connection is back up; I can log back on to Limewire.
Ryan: So what kind of legitimate music are we trying to download today?

Ancient Woman: My printer prints my e-mails only in blue.
Ryan: Ma'am, we're DSL connection tech support, perhaps you should call your printer manufacturer.

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The hazy state of what's to come

Life is about to irrecovably move on, and what is to come is still hazy and indistinct. The prospective job of technical writer for UCS has been a big, fat rejection to the point that I had to track them down to get a response. I will be getting back to them for a big, fat explanation. On the plus side, KBR is a very, very juicy alternative. I hear things about my "excellent work ethic and drive" and my head swells. Then, I hear of a possible liason position between IT and Government operations, and something else swells. Not to count chickens, but holy shit, if I get that position, I'd be lulzing all the live-long day.

What looms ahead tomorrow is my first day of taking calls for T*l*n*tw*rks. All doom and gloom aside, I'm glad to be free from the training room, which smelled like cigarettes. I still don't have any idea what the fuck what to do with incoming calls, and will probably be a stupid raving idiot on the phone. Know what's nuts? If I get that jerb in Houston, I'll be making 2.5 times that which I'm making right now. I payscaled it, and holy poo.

Raissa, if you're reading this, I juuuust might see you in Houston.