Whoa! I have to say, I'm rather surprised at the backlash my last post has caused. Perhaps I wasn't clear on a few key points, so I better clear them up now.

• I have the savings to back up this kind of a decision.
• Kevin and Jeff have both offered me temporary living situations, should it come to it.
• Before I would go live on the streets, I ( Read more... )

... I know I'll be all right, it's just overkill ( Read more... )

Lately I've been feeling unsettled, unfulfilled, and unmotivated at work. I'm not sure how much of it is my ongoing fatigue, and how much of it is a true desire to be doing something, anything else. I've always felt like I wasn't quite cut out to be a code monkey, that I just don't have the focus or motivation for it, and that feeling is getting ( Read more... )

life is crazy.

I hate my job. No, that's not true. I like what I'm doing, I like the experience I'm getting. I don't like the lack of organization, or the fact that I'm apparently the only person there with anything useful to do, which means that all the f'ing projects are in my lap, while everyone else sits around and bullshits. Not cool ( Read more... )

To continue my post from yesterday ( Read more... )

... don't ever think you're the only one when times are tough in your new age ( Read more... )

Back on the island. It sucks. I need to find red shoes by 1 pm tomorrow. You know, so I can dress up as friggin' Dorothy for Halloween at work. Yeah. I have a to-do list for this week. Most importantly, I want to accomplish the following:

• find a new fucking job
  
• read "Snow Crash" so I can return it to Jeff over the weekend and borrow "The ( Read more... )

Ok, work-related/ethical(?) question. At Eckerd, it's common practice to allow smokers who work there to take cigarette breaks. I don't much like it, but it's not really my say. Now, the question that came up at work last night was, do you let a 16-year-old take a cigarette break, or is that a privilege reserved only for those who are legally ( Read more... )

Eckerd makes me homicidal. My brand-new khakis are stained an awful rusty brownish-orange on the bottom, thanks to the photo chemical spill I was wading in all day. As soon as the photo manager left the store, the paper ran out on the printer, someone wanted a passport photo taken, etc, etc, all sorts of things I didn't know how to do, etc, etc. So ( Read more... )

Ah, the joys of not having high-speed internet at home... as a result, I haven't even bothered to set up my computer, and I now go 5 days at a time not touching a computer. Kinda depressing ( Read more... )