Easy come easy go
Well my sweet sweet ride at Fredie Krogers (Fred Meyers) is about to come to an end. Alas the vendor lists are almost complete and my skills as a highly paid webmonkey are no longer needed. I take a small ounce of pride out of knowing an eskimoe or well meaning white folk will be getting their years worth of groceries off of the site I helped build. People will be freezing their asses off up north in the Alaskan back country while looking at my handiwork on the "Bush Site", hey hey get yer mind out of the gutter.
I guess I shouldnt whine too much, what was supposed to be a one month gig, turned into a three month orgy of overtime and spreadsheet at least seven reams thick.
The big question is do I go back to temping or try to find a real job? Temping is fun and you get pretty good exposure and dont have to waste your time going into interviews. On the flip side it would be nice not having to worry where my next job is coming from or how much I need to put back in case the market cools down.
Then theres that insideously dirty word, Customer Service. I hate customer service!!! I didn't realize how much I hated it until taking this job. Three months of blistfully free interactions with co-workers and fellow minions. Granted I am a temp so am barely worth recognition by my fellow corporate brethren, but never the less it was fun not having to say "Thank you for calling (souless corp. entity) how may I make you think I care"
Ah well...
Hello Moto
Well I finally got a real phone this weekend. The kind that charges you by the month and not the pay as you go crap. I went with verizon since my parents have them and they give you all the extras as part of your main plan which I think every company should do. I went to the downtown store near pioneer courthouse square and it dawned on me that someone was shot to death a couple years ago at their front door. I guess Im kind of supersticious about that kind of stuff but its just weird being in a place where life ended violently, but thats another post.
I was in the store salivating over the different tools of social interaction. I took a number and was helped by this young indian girl, Helloooo NURSE!, and we went over the different stuff and came to this decked out phone with a 1.3 gigapixel camera on it and an mp3 player built in. We were wheeling and dealing and I talked her down 80 bucks but in the end I knew my bank account wasnt going to make it the full distance which was around 129 plus the activation and all that stuff.
After walking out and coming back in I went for the cheaper phone. So once I got it home and marveled at the improved sound and all the features, Im like, what now.. Kind of the empty feeling when you buy a new computer part but it dawns on you that your no better off before you bought it. The only difference is that your now a couple hundred in the hole with a really neat contraption. I guess thats why I gave up gaming. There are some things technology just cant buy.
Bitchin Cammaro
Well my sisters babysitter has offered to dump her Nissian circa 1980's ish on me for the bargain price of nothing. The only problem is I have no garage to keep it in while I overhaul the engine and everything else on it. I wouldnt mind buying a newer engine and dumping it in there. But yet again that costs money. Miracuolously my parents have agreed to let me store it at their place as long as I spend every breathing moment I have on the weekends working on it. But given the fact that my camarro is an 89 and their Nissian is an 80 I think Im better off with my paperweight than theirs. Still the thought of rebuilding a clunker is kind of appealing to me. My dad is going to check it out tommorow and see if its worth even trying.
Whew I should update more often.
I guess I shouldnt whine too much, what was supposed to be a one month gig, turned into a three month orgy of overtime and spreadsheet at least seven reams thick.
The big question is do I go back to temping or try to find a real job? Temping is fun and you get pretty good exposure and dont have to waste your time going into interviews. On the flip side it would be nice not having to worry where my next job is coming from or how much I need to put back in case the market cools down.
Then theres that insideously dirty word, Customer Service. I hate customer service!!! I didn't realize how much I hated it until taking this job. Three months of blistfully free interactions with co-workers and fellow minions. Granted I am a temp so am barely worth recognition by my fellow corporate brethren, but never the less it was fun not having to say "Thank you for calling (souless corp. entity) how may I make you think I care"
Ah well...
Hello Moto
Well I finally got a real phone this weekend. The kind that charges you by the month and not the pay as you go crap. I went with verizon since my parents have them and they give you all the extras as part of your main plan which I think every company should do. I went to the downtown store near pioneer courthouse square and it dawned on me that someone was shot to death a couple years ago at their front door. I guess Im kind of supersticious about that kind of stuff but its just weird being in a place where life ended violently, but thats another post.
I was in the store salivating over the different tools of social interaction. I took a number and was helped by this young indian girl, Helloooo NURSE!, and we went over the different stuff and came to this decked out phone with a 1.3 gigapixel camera on it and an mp3 player built in. We were wheeling and dealing and I talked her down 80 bucks but in the end I knew my bank account wasnt going to make it the full distance which was around 129 plus the activation and all that stuff.
After walking out and coming back in I went for the cheaper phone. So once I got it home and marveled at the improved sound and all the features, Im like, what now.. Kind of the empty feeling when you buy a new computer part but it dawns on you that your no better off before you bought it. The only difference is that your now a couple hundred in the hole with a really neat contraption. I guess thats why I gave up gaming. There are some things technology just cant buy.
Bitchin Cammaro
Well my sisters babysitter has offered to dump her Nissian circa 1980's ish on me for the bargain price of nothing. The only problem is I have no garage to keep it in while I overhaul the engine and everything else on it. I wouldnt mind buying a newer engine and dumping it in there. But yet again that costs money. Miracuolously my parents have agreed to let me store it at their place as long as I spend every breathing moment I have on the weekends working on it. But given the fact that my camarro is an 89 and their Nissian is an 80 I think Im better off with my paperweight than theirs. Still the thought of rebuilding a clunker is kind of appealing to me. My dad is going to check it out tommorow and see if its worth even trying.
Whew I should update more often.