virus of the mind
Not me, mind you.. I'll likely delve into that sooner than later.
I think an update of sorts is necessary, to catch people up on my state of affairs. The biggest development in my life from over a year ago was that I've changed jobs. The last place I was at was the longest I've held a job- nearly 4 years. I seem to have a problem with getting into a routine, though. For example, I've never owned a vehicle longer than three or four years. I yearn for something new or simply different. I'm reaching the 4 year mark on my Tahoe and I'm already getting the itch. Problem is, I can't seem to find anything that remotely compares to what I have now.
My previous job was quite the opposite. I couldn't get out of there quick enough.
It wasn't enough that it was a sinking ship. During my tenure, and up unto this day, I still hear about more infidelity involving co-workers than anywhere I've been- work environment or not- ever. I don't know if it is the work environment itself that fosters such behavior or if it is a mixture of that and the dead-endness that those who work there feel with their life. Whatever the case, that place was like an open sore and was just getting more and more infected. When the VP of the office dumps his wife for his secretary, you can't help but just feel helpless.
So then, I moved on. For mental, physical, metaphysical, obtuse, obvious, and confusing reasons I had to move on. My search took me from the far ends of Monster to the dreary world of recruiters. The process took about 3 or 4 months total, half a dozen interviews, a few low-ball offers, and ultimately the place where I now lay my head... Literally.
It's not bad, mind you. It is simply easy. I take no pride in telling the LiveJournal or Myspace community (both where this "blog" will ultimately end up), that I am paid ridiculously for an utterly mindless, simplistic, keyboard punching job. I'm working better hours than my last job, there is no on-call bullshit, I have an 19" LCD dual-monitor setup, and no firewall to govern how much time I spend on Myspace on any given day.
My complaints are merely self-serving. I'm just never quite satisfied with my station in life. It's not all about material success as one may perceive from reading this. I genuinely just do not want to be doing the same job for years on end. It sufficiently pays the bills and more and gives me the motivation to finish school...
School.. Well, school will be discussed in the days ahead.
I'd like to end this update with a portion of a piece I wrote over 4 years ago about losing the job I held at the time (that ultimately led me to the job I just left). It's a rather moving piece, influenced by not quite as much alcohol as I've had tonight, surely. Dated Wednesday, November 20th, 2002.
There is quite a difference between volunteering for unemployment and being forced into it. Prior to this most recent episode, I've never known the sorrow of being removed from a workplace I considered a second home. I've never been laid off from a job before. I have been fired once, but that was from Subway, a job that was only part time and a slack job to get me through high school. It became more of a social-hour type job than actual work, and thus, when I dabbled into the anti-establishment phase of my teenage years, I created animosity between myself and my boss and was ultimately let go, without my knowledge in fact.
Next week I will be moving to a new part of town with friends. I know I said that roommates was a no-no for me, but I really can't pass this opportunity up. This whole experience has already been a blessing in disguise for me, because I've only recently started to realize how much I hate being woken up as the sun rises by those ingrates I call neighbors with their 23 sub-infant aged children who get off by banging inanimate objects against their front door (which, I once again note as being right next to my bedroom window).
Funny how the months that followed were perhaps the worst, most useless alcohol-fueled days that I can remember to date. Huzzah!
I think an update of sorts is necessary, to catch people up on my state of affairs. The biggest development in my life from over a year ago was that I've changed jobs. The last place I was at was the longest I've held a job- nearly 4 years. I seem to have a problem with getting into a routine, though. For example, I've never owned a vehicle longer than three or four years. I yearn for something new or simply different. I'm reaching the 4 year mark on my Tahoe and I'm already getting the itch. Problem is, I can't seem to find anything that remotely compares to what I have now.
My previous job was quite the opposite. I couldn't get out of there quick enough.
It wasn't enough that it was a sinking ship. During my tenure, and up unto this day, I still hear about more infidelity involving co-workers than anywhere I've been- work environment or not- ever. I don't know if it is the work environment itself that fosters such behavior or if it is a mixture of that and the dead-endness that those who work there feel with their life. Whatever the case, that place was like an open sore and was just getting more and more infected. When the VP of the office dumps his wife for his secretary, you can't help but just feel helpless.
So then, I moved on. For mental, physical, metaphysical, obtuse, obvious, and confusing reasons I had to move on. My search took me from the far ends of Monster to the dreary world of recruiters. The process took about 3 or 4 months total, half a dozen interviews, a few low-ball offers, and ultimately the place where I now lay my head... Literally.
It's not bad, mind you. It is simply easy. I take no pride in telling the LiveJournal or Myspace community (both where this "blog" will ultimately end up), that I am paid ridiculously for an utterly mindless, simplistic, keyboard punching job. I'm working better hours than my last job, there is no on-call bullshit, I have an 19" LCD dual-monitor setup, and no firewall to govern how much time I spend on Myspace on any given day.
My complaints are merely self-serving. I'm just never quite satisfied with my station in life. It's not all about material success as one may perceive from reading this. I genuinely just do not want to be doing the same job for years on end. It sufficiently pays the bills and more and gives me the motivation to finish school...
School.. Well, school will be discussed in the days ahead.
I'd like to end this update with a portion of a piece I wrote over 4 years ago about losing the job I held at the time (that ultimately led me to the job I just left). It's a rather moving piece, influenced by not quite as much alcohol as I've had tonight, surely. Dated Wednesday, November 20th, 2002.
There is quite a difference between volunteering for unemployment and being forced into it. Prior to this most recent episode, I've never known the sorrow of being removed from a workplace I considered a second home. I've never been laid off from a job before. I have been fired once, but that was from Subway, a job that was only part time and a slack job to get me through high school. It became more of a social-hour type job than actual work, and thus, when I dabbled into the anti-establishment phase of my teenage years, I created animosity between myself and my boss and was ultimately let go, without my knowledge in fact.
Next week I will be moving to a new part of town with friends. I know I said that roommates was a no-no for me, but I really can't pass this opportunity up. This whole experience has already been a blessing in disguise for me, because I've only recently started to realize how much I hate being woken up as the sun rises by those ingrates I call neighbors with their 23 sub-infant aged children who get off by banging inanimate objects against their front door (which, I once again note as being right next to my bedroom window).
Funny how the months that followed were perhaps the worst, most useless alcohol-fueled days that I can remember to date. Huzzah!