Oh good, after I finally make some life decisions, I see this.
It’s insightful of them to distinguish between code warriors (#1) and IT bitches (#7). I suppose the latter is the career everyone tells me to flee. The former always seemed out of reach.
It’s also good to see I’ll be moving up in the world to the 37th best job. That is, if I can even get a job.
Scene: At the end of an intern interview.
Crab: So, do you have any questions for me?
Intern-hopeful: Oh yeah, sure. Well, actually I was expecting someone older. I mean, are you still a student?
Crab: ….
Saw Avenue Q the other day. I was impressed by the expressive combination of puppet and voice actors. I wasn’t shocked by puppet sex. Favorite scene was wedding nightmare. Something about giant puppets thrills me. Lastly, my date commented it had a very “Buddhist ending” and I’m inclined to agree.
Then it was dutch dutch dutch to John’s Pizzeria. And then back to my place for the night. Giggidy giggidy alright.
adult life = planning “hanging out” two weeks in advance
adult life = endless rotation of “catch-up” dinners
Feel free to add your own.
In recent days, people have remarked that my acts have been slightly more selfish; my manner, slightly more crabby. I would agree with them. There is something to a self-affecting title. This observation makes me regret discarding an earlier title: “Purpose-driven Overachiever Blog.”
This morning, as I was getting dressed, I felt something fall on my neck. I moved to brush it off; it did not shake loose. I wrapped my fingers around it and “it” fluttered. I flipped out and tear off my shirt. “It” dropped to the floor. I saw it. A fucking monster cockroach. It scurried under my bed. Ugh. I’m late to work.
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Another day, another baby shower. I’m starting to understand what it feels like to be a young woman on a trading floor.
I noticed today that I have some semblence of seniority around the office. To me, this is a green light to abuse the interns.
My favorite phrase this week is “I’m going to dock your pay”. Whether or not I actually have this ability is not relevant. What’s important is how versatile it is:
“You forgot to change file permissions again??? I’m going to dock you pay.”
“You don’t want to order lunch with us? I’m going to dock your pay.”
“You’re chewing too loudly. I’m going to dock your pay.”
Sometimes I threaten to take away their lunch breaks and make them stay until the sun goes down (this I call my “springtime special”), but someone mentioned that this actually might be illegal.
Next week I’m trying more advanced techniques of humiliation, techniques I’ve learned from Former Boss. These kids need to learn that their names are a privilege, not a right. Maybe I should just number them “Intern 0″ to “Intern 2″. Then they can work their way up to their UNIs (“Hey you, kwz2104, I want cream and two sugars in that.”) When they’re bad, I’ll call them by last year’s interns’ name or their sibling’s names.
Tonight I checked out 43things. Played around a bit. Then I realized what a boring waste of time it was. In the past, I’ve also played with Upcoming.org, YouTube, and of course Flickr.
I’m starting to realize none of this shit is any fun unless your friends are bouncing around with you. None of my friends do any of this crap, save for 3 Flickr contacts. Hell, even with blogging. If I hadnt worked for AITGOC, I would be a blogging island.
Maybe I’m looking at the wrong social networking sites. I’ve never touched MySpace or Friendster. I occasionally look at Facebook (or, “Everyone Is Good-Looking In A Thumbnail”, or “Self-Expression Through a Constantly-Updated Profile Listing”).
What am I missing?
In case I am your only source of Columbia-related news: West End to Be Sold to Cuban Restaurant
After serving burgers and Beat-generation nostalgia for 17 years, the owners of the West End say they will sell the restaurant to Havana Central, a chain of restaurants with branches in Greenwich Village and Times Square.
The bar, a legendary haunt for Columbia students off and on since 1911, will be converted into a Cuban bistro by the new owners, according to Katie Gardner, J ’81 and current owner of the West End.
I’m noticing a pattern in events of the last four months. Change is the lone e’er fixed star in our heavens, I guess.
Wandered around outside. Sat on some rocks and read 300. Watched people dance to drums in a circle.
Baked myself some salmon. That is a tasty fish. I wanted to bite into the raw flesh, but people kept telling me it was a bad idea.
Been thinking my personal support system.
Been hearing this phrase more times in the past month than I care to remember: “You gotta do whatcha gotta do.”
Finally realized how I mispronounce “water” as “war-der”.
I feel that this story receives universal sympathy from all sysadmins. Or desktop support staff.
I finished putting up Montreal photos. Some of the original comments and notes even survived the Great Accidental Culling. As always, photos with real people in them are marked private to friends & family. I’m trying to protect you people.
Also, in case you missed it, I got a hot link from the Gothamist for my Elephant Week photos.
And finally, I posted a video I shot of elephants walking into MSG.
