For a change of pace, I thought I might actually write about my life for a moment. Bizarre, I know.
Work is eating me alive right now. Before the end of the month, I'll be responsible for starting the data services for our first cellphone company. That said company is one of the largest regional carriers in the US, there is utter chaos surrounding the entire effort, and only I have a coherent plan doesn't matter. We're full-steam-ahead. If I don't drop first.
One of the other developers quit today. I'd been the only person on the interview committee against hiring her in the first place. My stance was that she wasn't a good fit for what can be laughably called our culture. Turns out she didn't much take to our culture. All that means is we're still a handful of developers short and have piddlingly few prospects. I get to work harder to pick up the slack. Yay. I'm still working on parlaying this into dual 1920x1200 flat screens. I figure if I have to sit there for hours on end, I should have monitors so big that I need to turn my head to look from one corner of the desktop to the opposite.
Sometime today, my bottle of Kiehl's body wash came open in my gym bag and spewed urine-colored soap all throughout. Instead of being in the least bit nonplussed when I discovered this, I simply threw the whole mess in the washing machine and watched the bubbles. I love the calm me. Now if only I could reunite him with the skinny me.
My first attempt at a truly sellable novel is more or less done. I've had a few test readers, and they enjoyed the book. There are a few criticisms left outstanding; apparently I portray tech-geek girls as being uniformly chubby, what were the odds? Then, I have to suck it up and try to sell the stupid thing.
I'm currently also driving myself insane trying to decide on a new car. The Lancer Evolution speaks to me on that super-geeky, "this is a rally car barely appointed for the street" sort of way, but it's so unrefined. The Infiniti G35 catches my eye, but all I can see is that it's not a Skyline GT-R. The M3 is still beguiling, but I seem to have developed an accountant's heart. I've had brief intellectual flirtations with Dodge Chargers and Ford Mustangs. At this rate, I'll buy a car about 2009, give or take.
I also make bizarre intellectual flirtations with going back to school. Biotech, bioengineering, and nanotech seem really interesting, and an MBA seems really pragmatic. However, I often remember how much I detested school the first time. I don't think six years outside will have mellowed me at all.
Other than that, I don't drink very much anymore, try to watch what I eat, save money, and swear less. I check my credit reports and think about what kind of house I might like to buy someday. I'm becoming extremely pedestrian and domestic. The weird part is that I seem to be doing it voluntarily. Weird, no?
Throughout all that typing, the MP3 stream was playing first "Deep Cover" and then Refused's "New Noise". At least my music is still aggressive, even if I've turned into a domesticated wuss around it.
Work is eating me alive right now. Before the end of the month, I'll be responsible for starting the data services for our first cellphone company. That said company is one of the largest regional carriers in the US, there is utter chaos surrounding the entire effort, and only I have a coherent plan doesn't matter. We're full-steam-ahead. If I don't drop first.
One of the other developers quit today. I'd been the only person on the interview committee against hiring her in the first place. My stance was that she wasn't a good fit for what can be laughably called our culture. Turns out she didn't much take to our culture. All that means is we're still a handful of developers short and have piddlingly few prospects. I get to work harder to pick up the slack. Yay. I'm still working on parlaying this into dual 1920x1200 flat screens. I figure if I have to sit there for hours on end, I should have monitors so big that I need to turn my head to look from one corner of the desktop to the opposite.
Sometime today, my bottle of Kiehl's body wash came open in my gym bag and spewed urine-colored soap all throughout. Instead of being in the least bit nonplussed when I discovered this, I simply threw the whole mess in the washing machine and watched the bubbles. I love the calm me. Now if only I could reunite him with the skinny me.
My first attempt at a truly sellable novel is more or less done. I've had a few test readers, and they enjoyed the book. There are a few criticisms left outstanding; apparently I portray tech-geek girls as being uniformly chubby, what were the odds? Then, I have to suck it up and try to sell the stupid thing.
I'm currently also driving myself insane trying to decide on a new car. The Lancer Evolution speaks to me on that super-geeky, "this is a rally car barely appointed for the street" sort of way, but it's so unrefined. The Infiniti G35 catches my eye, but all I can see is that it's not a Skyline GT-R. The M3 is still beguiling, but I seem to have developed an accountant's heart. I've had brief intellectual flirtations with Dodge Chargers and Ford Mustangs. At this rate, I'll buy a car about 2009, give or take.
I also make bizarre intellectual flirtations with going back to school. Biotech, bioengineering, and nanotech seem really interesting, and an MBA seems really pragmatic. However, I often remember how much I detested school the first time. I don't think six years outside will have mellowed me at all.
Other than that, I don't drink very much anymore, try to watch what I eat, save money, and swear less. I check my credit reports and think about what kind of house I might like to buy someday. I'm becoming extremely pedestrian and domestic. The weird part is that I seem to be doing it voluntarily. Weird, no?
Throughout all that typing, the MP3 stream was playing first "Deep Cover" and then Refused's "New Noise". At least my music is still aggressive, even if I've turned into a domesticated wuss around it.
Maybe you should just split the difference and get an RV.