… in addition to having a firm command of the above, candidates will be expected to wet their pants and cry for mommy, and afterward question their future careers.
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none, you poor sods.
har. now that i have sucked you in with the polarizingly political title i'd like to share some utterly offtopic things with you. you see, i had an altogether odd day at the office and i've been itching to tell someone.
to start, there was an unwrapped prophylactic sitting outside the door to the office when i arrived. cute.
then there were the electricians who put some bulbs in some sockets that have not had bulbs in them the entire time i've worked where i do. we now seriously have to squint when we come in out of the sunshine.
and the ongoing soap opera relationship between level3 and cogent made the online portion of my day extremely exciting (read: frustrating). i begin to fear for the stability of the internet when power sufficient to wreak this sort of havoc finds its way into any one (or two?) company's hands. any sufficiently advanced incompetence is indistinguishable from malice. and since it's kind of what we do there, my boss and coworkers were obliged, though less than pleased, to stay up half the night trying to fix something they couldn't.
but everything worked out in the end; my leather jacket squeaked every time i moved and it made me feel a happiness that no internet outage could darken. (well, maybe one internet outage.)
i know i said i wouldn't write about work, but since i make the rules here, the new rule is that i have suspended the rules.
for most of this week and most of next week i have been/will be inventorying everything the company owns. everything, down to the paperclips and cardboard boxes. it takes up my entire day each day, is very busy and involved, and is utterly silly. we're doing it for property tax purposes: we'll end up paying x00 dollars (where x is a very small one-digit integer), but my boss is in the unfortunate position of having to pay me >1 week's wages to figure out exactly how much we have to pay. hidden costs, hidden costs. oh the joys of owning one's own business.
i fortuitously live next to someone else with whom i went to high school, but i don't think she knows. perhaps the visibleman's powers are weakening in his old age.
OOOLLLD AAAAAAGE
all parties involved were glowing and oozing happiness. except the bibleboy, whose dance moves on the platform suggested that he was about to simply ooze.
and oh wowee zowie the food. if anyone responsible is reading this, you have my highest praise.
food, flowers, music, lights, tables, dresses and suits, even the coffee: all winners. the bride will tell you that we stole her song. i will tell you that we got married fourteen months ago.
the bottom line is that it was a terrific wedding of terrific people. if i ever get married again, i would want to have a wedding like this one.
(OUCH WIFE why are you hitting me, that joke was all in good fun)
on to the /meta agenda (and also on the back burner of my mind) is a hatelife wiki, which anyone would be able to add to and edit. any thoughts? would any old/new hatelife users be interested? if the answer is generally no, please please tell me before i throw another log on the fire.
how am i to concentrate on work with them talking about generators and electronics and solar panels and port 80 and other nerdy stuff all day long? these conditions are untenable.
hard drive 0 failed yesterday.
i
am not
happy.
oh wait: i'm working full time now, so i am happy.
how does a guy reconcile his own accounts? easily. life zeroes itself. for, as always, everything averages out in the end.
my wife read the new harry potter book last weekend, and now she laughs at my feeble attempts to figure out who the half-blood prince is. (hint: it's me)
so i didn't pass. for weeks it's what i have been mentally preparing myself for, so when the news hit it wasn't all that bad. the downside to the whole thing is that i have to study it all over again. in the words of david beckham: 'balls.' i have nothing if not my sense of ____ (t.b.d.)
postsecret is sad, happy, funny and unfunny. if i were king, the internet would consist of nothing else.
the beauty of the library is that, after the $25 after-rebate fee for not technically living in the correct town, we get to listen to all the dandy warhols they have for cheap-as-free. which, of course, i did. and in the process i learned that the song i had previously thought to be titled 'the dope' (incidentally fourth on my highest-played list) is in fact titled 'wonderful you.' rocky is the path to truth is.
and the dvds! oh sweet retinal pleasures. this weekend was an edu-taining mix of the diary of anne frank, the graduate, and the highly disturbing apocalypse now. all of which i can shamelessly recommend but perhaps not all at once. or perhaps.
and i'm off. if anyone finds a way out, let me know.
