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This shit is fucking over

Tue, 27 May 2008 01:26:57 GMT

I mean, this particular blog.
I update regularly at http://furiousrelease.blogspot.com.
Xanga is blocked at work, etc.

My New Life as a Red

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 02:56:09 GMT

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

Tue, 05 Jun 2007 14:16:54 GMT

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

Mon, 14 May 2007 05:09:32 GMT

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.

The hazy state of what's to come

Mon, 07 May 2007 03:00:06 GMT

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.

Happy 1-ish Year Anniversary of Idleness

Wed, 02 May 2007 03:43:47 GMT

Good evening to you, oh much-ignored blog.

I've found this once again while avoiding something I really should be doing. I should be writing a paper, or studying, or something else constructive, but procrastination "promotes" things previously low-priority yet mediocritally of value, and brings them center-stage. Exeunt productivity, enter... this.

I stand at a precipice in my life; the path of a dead end worklife winds ahead. I await delayed news on the direction that my life will take: UCS, a company I have been interviewing for the last couple months is supposed to convey their decision with me today. It is the late evening now, and I still stand without an answer. Needless to say, a followup was in order, and was dispatched. I see this as a sort of savior, if you will, from impending Tech Support Hell, a future that tries my finances and dignity. Or perhaps I press the magical Internship button and escape for a while from living on one's own. I, of course, am referring to my nepotisitcally obtained network of respectable associates at a very large and respected engineering firm. My only reservation in going to them immediately upon graduation is my pride; I wish to see if I can accomplish things on my own.

I hear a voice, growing ever louder, that states how foolish I am in completly not taking advantage of my most excellent network of individuals, my most gracious manager offering upon my last exit from the company, to not hesitate to contact him if I were to need the proverbial hook-up.

Perhaps my only mistake was not going to him first.

But if UCS takes me, it will be a thorough personal accomplishment: how I can rise from total X-factor to an excellent candidate. This is probably what I want most, being wanted only for who I am and how I present myself, without previous ties to cloud judgement. This is the final strand of idealism I hold on to, after the plunge in to my twenties had washed away much of what stood during my teenage years. May it never break. May it hold, and may it be reinforced later. Please, Real Life, I need this. I need something other than cold pragmatism.

Leslie might do excellently, but to live on a prayer alone is not what she deserves.

Balls.

Sat, 22 Apr 2006 05:15:09 GMT

I still have this thing. A return to slacker attitudes has caused a general ignorance of anything routine. Alas for thoughts long gone. With so much rushing at once, I feel as if I must tell everything, and as a result, say nothing. I suppose I should retain the micro? Here goes.

My scedule for the Summer and Fall:
God knows.

That's about it. Will I be able to graduate on time? Will I even get to move into my apartment? Who knows? All I know is that I can't stop here. This is bat country.

Life is currently serene and entropic at the same time. I relish it and disdain it, fear and anticipation abound. This is the best time of my life, and it's going slow, but zipping on by. I think, the less money I actually have, the happier I become.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Sat, 11 Mar 2006 06:29:46 GMT

Going on a cruise. Be back Friday night.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Tue, 14 Feb 2006 14:41:20 GMT

I'm about to sign a lease for this place up on North Campus, a block away from UT right in front of JP's Java and 2 seconds away from Double Dave's and a couple of pubs. Excellent.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 19:26:19 GMT

I found the orange diary again. A good omen. I hope to get this housing thing done with already, but alas, complications will always emerge. Things add up and all of a sudden Dobie is seen as a great deal to the 'rents again. Nya. I'm currently compiling numbers to contradict that. Life at the Dob's isn't really that awesome, and I'm eager to fly.

Outside of that, it's a rainy day, and I have class in 20 minutes.