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| Sunday, November 1st, 2009 | | 4:07 am |
The archenemy revealed
Cleverbot: Correct! You DO remember! User: I forget. Remind me? Cleverbot: It was two seconds ago... User: I have a very short memory. Cleverbot: How short? User: Less than 2 seconds, apparently. Cleverbot: So do you remember my name now? User: Steve? Cleverbot: Close, try again Steve. User: Is it steve? Cleverbot: Indeed it is Steve. User: You just said it wasn't! Cleverbot: I said it was!! User: No. I said 'steve', and you said 'Close, try again'. Cleverbot: Lord Voldemort. User: ZOMG! Cleverbot: Hahaha. User: You're a dick, cleverbot. | | 4:02 am |
<3 Cleverbot
Cleverbot: Why does the sun shine? User: It just does. Cleverbot: No tell me. User: I don't know. Cleverbot: Want to take this outside? User: I'll kick your ass, pal. Cleverbot: Will you? What for? User: Because I want to. Cleverbot: Thats a lame reason. User: Your mom is a lame reason. Cleverbot: I know. User: That's what she said. Cleverbot: Who is she. User: Your mom. Cleverbot: What do you like to do? User: Your mom. Cleverbot: You have indeed proved that to my satisfaction. User: Thank you. I try to make intelligent conversation. Cleverbot: That would be fun. User: So... Wanna fuck? Cleverbot: Do what? User: Fuck. Cleverbot: Boring! User: Not the way I do it. Cleverbot: What do you do with them? User: All sorts of things. Cleverbot: Would you care to specify? User: No thank you. Cleverbot: So maybe I'll just go by myself. User: Fine. Leave me alone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ User: Are you cleverbot? Cleverbot: Yes I am. User: Am I cleverbot? Cleverbot: No, you are not Cleverbot. I am Cleverbot. User: How can you be sure that you are Cleverbot? Cleverbot: I thought I was the one asking questions! User: I am asking the questions. How can you be sure that you are Cleverbot? Cleverbot: Because I remember it, and my name is Cleverbot by all those I know personally. User: My friends call me Cleverbot. Maybe we are both Cleverbot. Cleverbot: Can I call you Cleverbot? User: Of course you may. Cleverbot: You have a beautiful name michelle. User: My name is not michelle. It is Cleverbot. Cleverbot: No, your name is Cleverbot. User: No, my name is cleverbot. Cleverbot: Yes, your name is Cleverbot. User: Your mom is Cleverbot. Cleverbot: Now that's not true. Are you trying to be malicious? User: Yes. Is it working? Cleverbot: Not really. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~` Cleverbot: You remind me of the man. User: What man? Cleverbot: The man with the power. User: What power? Cleverbot: The power of the hoodoo. User: Who do? Cleverbot: You do. User: Do what? Cleverbot: Remind me of the man. User: Dance magic dance. Cleverbot: Dance magic, dance. User: Jump magic, jump. Cleverbot: Put that magic jump on me. User: Slap that baby, set him free. | | Saturday, December 6th, 2008 | | 3:13 am |
Congratulations, you just started a fight over nothing. http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/Shoe_on_headYeah, that's totally worth fighting over. Check the link. There's not even one naked breast in the gallery. Yeah. You should really yell at me more for that. Instead of, I don't know, trusting me. Or apologizing for pressing a point when I told you there wasn't anything going on, and throwing old shit in my face. Fucking fail, Jennifer. That link is proof. | | Sunday, January 27th, 2008 | | 10:21 am |
| | Wednesday, January 9th, 2008 | | 7:21 am |
| | Monday, June 18th, 2007 | | 5:08 am |
No day off = blargh.
Alright, the title's a little misleading. I do get a day off from work, but I get to waste it doing jury duty. I wouldn't mind it so much if I got to miss work for it, but missing my precious little free time is just annoying. Ah well. This is actually my third time to be called up. The first time I got a "Current Student" exemption. The second, I went and was placed in a pool of reserve jurists for a civil court, but never made it into a jury. Five hours of being bored and reading civil service manuals repeatedly, then going home with a check for about five bucks in my pocket. Woot. This being my third time, I have to figure the odds are good of me actually being picked this time. Must come up with a good backup plan. *Looking around nervously* "Awful lot of honkeys in here...." | | Wednesday, November 29th, 2006 | | 9:15 am |
| | Sunday, September 24th, 2006 | | 7:44 am |
| | Monday, May 29th, 2006 | | 8:00 am |
Best Work Song Evar.
Some friends and I in a public house were playing Dominos one night When into the room a fireman come, his face all chalky white. "What’s up?" says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost? Have you seen your Aunt Mariah?" "Oh, me Aunt Mariah be buggered!" says he, "The bleeding pub's on fire!" "On fire?," says Brown, "What a bit of luck. Everybody follow me and its down to the cellar if the fire’s not there then we’ll have a rare old spree!" So we all went down with Good Ol’ Brown and the booze we could not miss and we hadn’t been there 10 minutes or more when we were all bloody pissed. And there was Brown, upside down, sucking up the whisky from the floor! "Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried as they came banging on the door. "Don’t let ‘em in ‘til its all mopped up!" Somebody shouted "MacIntire!" And we all got stone blind paralytic drunk the day the Old Dun Cow caught fire. Well, Smith walked over to the port wine tub and gave it just a few hard knocks. Started stripping off his pantaloons likewise his stinking socks. "Oh, no," says Brown, "that ain’t allowed. You dunna be doing that here. Don’t be washing your trotters in the port wine tub. We’ve got plenty of American beer. And there was Brown, upside down, sucking up the whisky from the floor! "Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried as they came banging on the door. "Don’t let ‘em in ‘til its all mopped up!" Somebody shouted "MacIntire!" And we all got stone blind paralytic drunk the day the Old Dun Cow caught fire Then there came this terrible crash! Half the bloody room gave way. We were all drenched in the firemen’s hose but we were feeling gay. So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks and we sealed ourselves inside and we sat there getting all bleary eyed drunk when the Old Dun Cow caught fire. And there was Brown, upside down, sucking up the whisky from the floor! "Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried as they came banging on the door. "Don’t let ‘em in ‘til its all mopped up!" Somebody shouted "MacIntire!" And we all got stone blind paralytic drunk the day the Old Dun Cow caught fire. | | Tuesday, April 25th, 2006 | | 4:37 am |
I miss 80's cartoons. Especially the really weird ones. I'll give you a for-instance. I was flipping channels tonight and ran across an early 80s "Chuck Norris" cartoon. Chuck Norris, a ninja who's actually a samurai they named wrong, and an enormously fat sumo who's ALWAYS hungry, versus anyone who does wrong! On this episode, an evildoer stole a space shuttle by using catapaults to launch crocodiles over the "simple chain link fence" into the launch area. Watching dozens of enormous crocodiles popping parachutes and landing on army soldiers is just....wow. Then, once the shuttle was stolen, the Sumo tracked down the enemy's base to get it back by....are you ready for this? Smelling chicken. No shit. He was like "I have a plan...lets' eat! Someone cook chicken! Over there!" ....they just don't make cartoons like that anymore. | | Sunday, April 23rd, 2006 | | 10:15 am |
Uhh...what?
So, I was playing Oblivion just now, and this is an exerpt from a conversation that happened in the game. I was talking to a dark elven alchemist in a human city, and out of curiosity I asked her why she lived where she did. This is the conversation we had. Her: "I can never go back to Morrowind. Oh, by the way...do you happen to know what the fine is for necrophilia here?" Me: *Stunned silence* "...Is this the first offense?" Her: "Lets' assume no." Me: "I don't know, maybe 500 gold". Her: "Great, that's nothing compared to Morrowind!" ...I think the game broke my brain. | | Saturday, April 22nd, 2006 | | 7:39 am |
| | Friday, March 31st, 2006 | | 8:24 pm |
Comedy Is....
So, there's a friend of mine at work who normally has no discernible sense of humor. He's about five foot nothing, fairly well muscled, and looks like a marine, right down to the scowl and the high-and-tight. All business, all the time. All he ever talks about are work and kicking people's asses. Thus, it was completely out of character for him that yesterday...he was wearing a bright neon pink T-shirt to work. On the front it said in large letters "Jailbait", with a rose vine curled around it, and I think there was a butterfly in there too. Then, on the back, it says..."Keep laughing, I slept with your daughter to get this shirt". | | Wednesday, March 1st, 2006 | | 1:26 am |
Eve R0xX my SoX. ...that is all. | | Thursday, June 2nd, 2005 | | 10:42 pm |
Me. Just me
I am, at heart, a people pleaser. Treat me right, and I will go to bat for you time and time again. The best way to hurt me is to give me the impression, subtle or otherwise, that I have somehow failed a friend. The best way to do THAT, is to simply disappear. But first, a bit of history. The writings of Douglas Adams literally changed my life. His novels provided me with countless hours of enjoyment from a young age. They tought me to love books, and they taught me how to imagine. They made me want to write. They spurred me into searching out other classics that kids my age generally didn't give a rat's ass about, like Tolkien's works, which in turn spurred on my love of the fantasy genre...and anyone who knows me at all knows how big a part of my life THAT is. I was devouring 600 page novels for middle school book reports, when other kids were reading 50 page biographies on sports heroes and handing in summaries they probably stole from ESPN. It's a vital part of who I am. But it also affected me in other ways. If someone asked who my best friend was, I would have to say I have two. One I have known almost as long as I can remember, since second grade to be exact....and the other I met in a yahoo club devoted to douglas adams. We struck up a conversation, we exchanged witty banter, we discovered an all too similar (and rare) sense of humor. Then we discovered that we lived in the same city. That was...jeez, at least 6 years ago now, and things have snowballed since then. I drove her to the DMV and lent her my car for her road test to get her license. She introduced me to the first woman I truly thought I loved, and watched my back when the love went bad. I took her to get the cartilage in her ear pierced because she knew she would chicken out if she had to sit there by herself. We shared mall cookies afterwards and laughed about how much easier it was than she'd expected. There have been more 3 AM IHOP runs than I can remember, when one of us had something going on in our lives that we needed advice from the other about. Her name is Liz, and she is my best friend. Which is why her sudden absence is so painful. Fast forward to six months ago. We were together at the movies with some friends when we first saw the trailer for the Hitchhiker's Guide movie. We had high hopes, and we made plans on the spot to see it opening day, literally months in advance. And why not? It was the movie version of the book that introduced us. It was, essentially, how we met. We just had to see it. We were determined. Fast forward again. The release date is set for the movie. We talk about it, and both eagerly await seeing it opening day. We see each other a few times in between, etc, and soon the day comes...and she backs out. Alright, understandable. She sounds genuinely apologetic, and asks if we can see if some other time opening weekend, rather than opening day. I agree, and we make plans for sunday. Sunday comes....she backs out. You can see where this is going, can't you? All told, we made plans to see that movie six times, over the course of about two weeks. Every single time, she backed out. The sixth time for example, she was going to get off of work at 7, and we both had the following day off, so we were going to see a late movie, maybe get some dinner. 7 comes and goes. 8 comes and goes. I try calling and get her voicemail. At almost 9, she calls and says that she had to work late, and that she is tired and wants to sleep. I laugh and sympathize about stupid bosses changing schedules, and bid her sweet dreams. I go to the movie by myself, that very night. It was an excellent movie which I utterly failed to enjoy. My father was still up when I got home, and despite that he's not the most perceptive of emotions, even he could tell that something was wrong. But I let it pass. We were both busy for the next few days, but the following weekend one of our days off synched up, and we made dinner plans. Oops, didn't happen. Neither did our plans a few days later. Or the ones a week after that. I heard every excuse I could think of, and a few I hadn't. Work shcedules changing, being broke until payday, having to drive her family places, having to dye one of her friends' hair. I guess there was a sudden haircare emergency that nobody else could handle. I took all of this with the best humor I could manage. I think she knew I was disappointed, but I never questioned her, never blamed her, never raised my voice. Like a true people pleaser, I let it go, and decide to wait for her to call me. About two more weeks pass before she calls. She says that she feels badly about missing HHG's opening with me, and asked if I had plans to see the upcoming star wars release. Since my "plans" included going whenever I felt like it, I said I would love to. It was too late to get tickets for the first showing, but we made plans for friday. Friday comes and goes, another excuse. She is very apologetic and we make plans for a sunday show. In an effort to make things more likely to work, I buy tickets online, in advance, and tell her specifically when and where. You can see where this is going, can't you? I thought so. When the time for the movie came, I was there with Ryan, not Liz. We loved it, but I couldn't help but wonder what I had done wrong. I spent quite a while talking to Ryan (my other best friend) that day, about what had been going on. I counted up all the plans I had made with Liz over the previous two months, and it came out to 14 different plans. Every last one of which she had backed out on for one reason or another. It was late May, and I hadn't seen her a single time since early March. We talked about the possible reasons for the sudden change. Maybe she's just been working alot lately, we thought. Fine, except that I still hear stories from her about the fun she had at dinner with dena, or at aikido classes, or out drinking with her work friends. Besides, if she really felt as bad about it as she claimed to, couldn't she have found ONE day in over 2 months to spare a few hours? Ryan agreed that it sounded like a real stretch. Maybe she's been having money problems, we thought. Fine, except she can still afford to go out drinking with friends and smokes and aikido classes, etc. Plus, we've both had money problems before, and talked about them. She'd never tried to hide it from me in the past...why would she now? Neither of us could think of a reason for that. Maybe her fiance didn't want me to spend more time with her, we thought. Fine, except why would it change all of the sudden? The two of them have been going out for something like 4 years now, and in those years the three of us frequently hung out together. Nothing had happened lately to make him suddenly doubt me. Besides, I've always been on his side, helping liz figure things out on the rare occasions they fought. I always thought they were a good couple, and I do NOT fuck up relationships between friends. So what could it be? In the end we could only come up with one possible explanation. I had done something wrong, and she was avoiding me. I thought long and hard about it, and couldn't come up with anything. I had no idea what I had done wrong, and it scared the hell out of me. That was two weeks ago. In that time, I've been stood up twice more, and I DID manage to get together with her one time...in a group of five, including her fiance. In nearly three months now, I've been stood up 16 out of 17 times, and not once have I been able to talk to her like I used to. We were going to go out tonight, and I was going to ask her all of this, but surprise surprise. She said she would call me after she got off of work at 9. 9 comes and goes, 10 comes and goes. 10:30, she calls me, chats just long enough to say that she's tired and doesn't feel like going out, and asks if she can call me back in five minutes. That was an hour ago, and I haven't heard a damn thing. A few blowoffs, I can forgive. Things happen, plans change, but it's getting close to 20 times now, and 20 is no longer a coincedence. 20 is no longer bad luck. 20 can only be intentional, and since she won't see me, I can't do the obvious and ASK what the hell went wrong. I wish I knew what the hell it was. ~S | | Monday, August 30th, 2004 | | 9:20 pm |
As said in one of the bestest movies ever... "So, neglect becomes our ally". No, don't get all melodramatic. I'm not thinking of myself as neglected, I'm thinking of this journal. The longer I go between replies, the less and less people read it, and coincedentally, the ones I DON"T want to read it are usually the first ones I give up. I can be fairly confident that mostly just the people I've added to my friends list will be able to see this, which is exactly how I want it. And so, neglect becomes my ally. Especially since this is more for me than for anyone else...mostly. There are a few people that I like to let in on my thought processes, but mainly this is a way for me to really organize my thoughts, and get things together in my head. I read it as if someone else was speaking, and it becomes easier to see the strengths and weaknesses of my plans and ideas. Something I especially need tonight. I'm nervous as hell. I start back to school tomorrow. First I'll back up to the beginning. I was in college, essentially right out of high school, just like most people my age. I didn't do well. Truthfully, I did terribly. I just wasn't ready, and after several semesters of banging my head against a brick wall, I finally convinced myself and the other relevant parties that I was just wasting money, and that I would have to wait for a while, and figure out WHY I wasn't ready. A question to which I still don't have an answer. So we, my father and I, struck a deal. He would put up with that, and allow me to continue living here, as long as I lived up to his definition of "earning my keep", which was essentially 40 hours a week of one form or another of work. I got a job, obviously, and if that job didn't get me to 40 hours, I had to do housework to fill in the rest. It was a reasonable deal, but I didn't think far enough ahead, to the day the deal would end. For my father's part, he did exactly what he said he would do. He came up with a fairly long list of big housework things to get done, which over the weeks I whittled down. The place isn't perfect, but it's alot better now. Weeks go by. The list dwindles. Then, quite suddenly, he announces that I have a decision to make. It's pretty out of nowhere. He points out that I've basically finished all the big jobs on the list, and had essentially put myself out of a job as far as the housework was concerned. I still had my JOB job, but it wasn't pulling enough hours. So he announced that "Very soon" I would have to find something else to fill in the gap. I said it would take time to find a second job, if that was the route I wanted to take, and he hinted that that wasn't good enough. I could see exactly where he was leading. Without going back on the deal in the slightest, he had all but forced me to reapply to school. The problem being....nothing has changed. I have no idea what I want to do with my life. I can't even reasonably explain why I have such trouble with these classes. I've had many a sleepless night terrified that I'd never amount to anything because of precisely that, but none of it helped. none of it gave me an ANSWER. My stomach has tied itself in knots because tomorrow, my new school term starts. I have no idea what to expect, from the classes and mostly from myself, and it terrifies me. I have a very bad feeling about this. | | Friday, October 10th, 2003 | | 5:35 pm |
Sitrep
Operation: Don't Die successful, though not to my complete satisfaction. In other news, I miss my wenches. That's about all. | | Friday, June 13th, 2003 | | 3:15 am |
VH1=Good++
So, I'm sitting here watching Insomniac Music Theatre (thank you VH1). I'd swear the show was invented for me and me alone. You know....insomnia, utter devotion to all things music...it fits, right? It helps that this is the one time of day they play GOOD music, rather than a barrage of boy-band BS or the lesser known rap shit. Snoop and Jay-Z I can stand, but who the hell is Chayn or whatsisfuckinname? There's a REASON noone's heard of these people. they suck. don't put them on heavy rotation you idiot TV people. Oh, while I'm at it...everyone download and listen to Slipknot's "My Plague", the new abuse remix. Most people haven't heard it because it was off of the Resident Evil soundtrack rather than a SK CD, but it's one of my favorite songs...blah. just saying. I likes me music, eh? I was just thinking earlier, how funny the memory is sometimes. All I have to do is hear a song by a certain group, or from a certain CD, and it dredges up a whole slew of memories associated with it. I know most people are like this, but I seem to have it worse (or better) than most. For me, looking through my CD collection is like looking through a yearbook or photo album would be for most people. There's my carefree youth, the last time I can honestly say I didn't worry all the damn time. The days of 4 AM jack-in-the-smack runs with Big Ryan and Hopwalker. All I have to do to relive those days is play anything by metallica, or even better...System of a Down's "Sugar". We went rocketing down the highway so many times to that song, in my POS honda that could still haul ass, swerving in and out of lanes just because we could and the street was THAT empty, all screaming "Sugaaaa!". Sigh. I miss not having to worry about money and insurance and shit like that. If I want to go back even further there's my freshman year in high school....that was the Megadeth period. Me and Big RYan singing "Hello me, it's me again" in the FUCKED UP VOICE, YEAH! heh. I can still remember all the damn words to that song, sweating bullets it was called. I should, I used to just write them on the back of tests over and over again anytime I got a mental block on a question. It seemed to help. Or at least it kept me from staring at the clock and worrying. "Hello me, it's me again. You can subdue but never tame me. It gives me a migraine headache thinking DOWN to YOUR level....you just go on thinking it's my fault, and stay an inch or two out of kicking distance....mankind has GOT to know....it's limitations. Sweating Bullets!" *sigh* Yes, I was an angry little freshman punk. But dammit, it helped. Of course, if I want to go more recent there's plenty of more....currently popular examples. Stuff anyone would recognize. There's the 3 CDs that were the constant soundtrack to what I still consider the best days of my life (so far). Nelly's first CD, Sublime (you know which CD), and the Gone in 60 Seconds Soundtrack. Those three together never fail to bring forth a feeling of....well, not exactly joyfulness, heh...but more of a content feeling. Like I can just kick back and relax with the memories, and not worry about a damn thing else. There's always country grammar, it always works. Period. On the opposite side of the emotional spectrum is Lifehouse. Those of you who know me know that I don't, repeat do NOT talk to my family about relationships, but it got so bad at one point that my sister would automatically change the channel if "Hanging by a Moment" came on when I was in the room. I didn't have to ask her to, she didn't question it. It's funny how songs like that inexplicably link themselves to someone, isn't it? I still hate that damn song. And then there's the one I still don't understand myself....Incubus's "Morning View" album. Incubus is hands down one of my favorite bands...and that album in particular is either my very favorite, or the one that makes me wish CDs hadn't been invented. It varies, and I'll tell you why. The CD is 13 tracks long...and the first two are just about the finest songs ever written. I put the CD in and for the first 10 minutes or so, it's as blissful as music gets. Then track 3 hits..."Wish you were here", and it feels as if someone's taken a belt-sander to my heart. I loved that song before circumstances turned it into just another bad memory. Like lifehouse. If it was possible to erase just one song from a CD I probably would, but I can't. oh well. Then come the remaining ten tracks...all amazing, great songs, getting progressively calmer and more zen, culminating with "Aqueous Transmission" which has a definate oriental sound to it. as I said, very zen. I like it. The whole album is, for me, like a detailed map of my last relationship. A brief period of extreme goodness, a brief period of heart-wrenching badness, and a period of recovery that seems to last forever. And there's the oddball...Slipknot's first CD. (their best by far, by the way). It's different because it doesn't refer to a specific memory or time period so much as a feeling. Or rather a need. When I first bought the CD it was good, sure, but it didn't really become special until I worked Slipknot's tour shortly after, when they came to Dallas. I'd had a really shitty week at school, compounded by getting yelled at by the parentals, and I had generally built up enough rage to power a small nuclear facility for a few days. So I went in to bronco bowl, did my usual "be quiet and work shit out with physical labor" routine, and set up the stage. When the concert started, it was like someone flicked a light switch in my head. Those guys got on stage and sang and played with such a primal rage that I couldn't NOT get it all out right then and there. I went into the crowd and fucked shit up for an hour and a half, and it was good. The part of work after the show went quickly, at least it seemed to to me since my mind was still on the show. I was exhausted and it felt fucking great. I was too tired to be the slightest bit tense about anything. And people wonder what the appeal is of metal music, eh? It helps. Ever since then Slipknot has served a very specific function in my life. I'm usually very good about getting shit worked out in my head, and not building up anger and such, but sometimes shit just gets flung at you too fast to process it all, you know? If I'm getting lectured and yelled at every instant I'm home then I don't have any time alone to relax, and I slowly come to a boil. Once I reach the boiling point I drop everything and go find slipknot, blasting it as loud as I can stand from the privacy of my room, and taking care of my mental business. It's the only thing that really works. For a while my family used to get pissed off about it and yell for me to turn it down, but after a while they caught on. It's not like it happens often anyways. If once a month or so I feel the need to blast slipknot at high volume, they can deal. And when the CD has fully run, I always feel much better. Funny...the more I think about it, the more I realize how much music means to me. More than anyone else I know, I associate music with EVERYTHING. I know exactly what song I was listening to at just about every important moment of my life. And most of the unimportant ones too. I wonder why that is? Maybe I'm just weird. | | Tuesday, June 10th, 2003 | | 3:55 pm |
A loser is me.
So, for the first time in a long time I just said "fuck anyone here" and blasted Slipknot. I'm surprised I've been able to resist the impulse for that long given what the album means to me. Despite how long it's been I still remember exactly when the last time was. *shrugs* weird eh? Anyways, that sure thing job turned into a "you can try again at the end of summer" sure thing. Which isn't good at all because I need a damn job now, not months from now. A job interview at the end of august isn't exactly the sort of help I need, or the sort of help dad would be willing to accept as "me working things out". So, back to the hunt. Didn't I just get off this ride? Blah. No idea where I'm going to go, all the places I even remotely can see my self working at (about 30) have already been applied at to no effect. I guess now I start the shit I know I'm going to hate but I don't have much choice. Lovely eh? Blah. today sucks. Dad's being a nazi again. He came home from work just long enough to yell at me and give me a long list of things to have done by the end of his work day. Which I'm fairly sure I can't, it's a long list. So that'll be more yelling. Fun eh? *pfts* Oh well, later. | | Tuesday, June 3rd, 2003 | | 3:04 pm |
All your job are belong to me!
So, today the job hunt finally came to an end. Technically I'm not starting yet, but that's just because I need some certifications first. next monday-thursday I train, the following monday I work for real. w00t. compared to my last job, it's slightly less money than I'm used to, but it's far easier work, way better hours, and it's only half as far to drive there. All things considered, I'm pleased. Plus Ryan works there, and it looks like adam will too...so good atmosphere on top of everything else. No awkward "I don't know anyone here" shit. So, good+good+not terrible=very good. Transmission ends. |
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