A Day of Distractions, yet another recruiter and a titling insight
First the titling insight, since it's freshest in my mind; I think the writerbrain in my head wants to write titles like "A Day of Distractions" that's relevant to the content only after the content has been read, and somewhat descriptive, but not as explicitly descriptive as I want for archival uses. The obvious compromise is to use the writerbrain's suggestions for the first week or so, then retitle once the post has migrated to the archives. But that's more work than I'm willing to commit to the blog, so I'll opt for the easier, more verbose method of satisfying the writerbrain and adding explicitly descriptive phrases in suffix.
Today has been full of distractions. Starting with my alarm going off. I changed it last night to be the Battle Hymn of the Brunnen-G from the old series LEXX, hoping the gradual build to a chorus-crescendo would be less jarring that the adrenaline-inducing tones I've been using for the last year or so. This has yet to be proven as I forgot to turn off the accompanying vibration and my phone rattling against the cardboard moving boxes was sufficiently adrenaline inducing that I turned it off before the music could start.
Checking email, I remembered I had a meeting with a recruiter in Seattle at 3PM today, several hours away, so I let that go to the back of my mind and continued with webcomics, blogs and videos on YouTube and TED. When I write it all out like that, I start to realize I need to pare down my online media consumption, probably on criteria like "entertaining" and "informative" which will hopefully also include "interesting" by default. I may also re-cut the people I follow on twitter back down to people I've actually spoken with and/or met, instead of people like William Gibson (though he may fall into the "sufficiently entertaining and/or informative" category) and Conan O'Brien.
Before long, 2PM rolled around and I realized I had half an hour to shower and get ready for the ~half hour travel to the recruiter's office. As with every other time I've gone to Seattle for an interview or meeting, I planned to then go to duaiwe's apartment instead of driving back to Kent, so I packed some spare clothes and a tooth brush in a tote bag with my resume clipboard, shutdown and packed up my laptop, and walked out the door at 14:35. I got to the office at 15:05 and met with the recruiter about fifteen minutes later. We spoke for a while and came to the conclusion that I was not a fit for the position he'd contacted me about, but that my diverse skill set could be useful in some other positions he has available. I made it to Hawk's place by 16:00 and when I went to unpack and set up my laptop realized I had not carried it down the hill from my car.
(Side note: Parking near Hawk's apartment is a premium. Street parking is limited to two hours except by zone permit, so I usually park two blocks North and East where street parking is free and unrestricted, but requires a severe uphill walk on the return trip.)
On the walk back to my car I tried to remember whether or not the laptop bag had been in the car at all when I'd grabbed the rest of my stuff to walk to Hawk's apartment and came to the conclusion that it hadn't and it was probably still sitting in my chair in my room in Kent. Once at the car I was able to verify that the laptop was not in the car, and half an hour later I verified the second part of my conclusion.
Captain Jules stole my posting time for the Sunday blog at Wings of Steam, so I'll have to make mine today instead.
Today has been full of distractions. Starting with my alarm going off. I changed it last night to be the Battle Hymn of the Brunnen-G from the old series LEXX, hoping the gradual build to a chorus-crescendo would be less jarring that the adrenaline-inducing tones I've been using for the last year or so. This has yet to be proven as I forgot to turn off the accompanying vibration and my phone rattling against the cardboard moving boxes was sufficiently adrenaline inducing that I turned it off before the music could start.
Checking email, I remembered I had a meeting with a recruiter in Seattle at 3PM today, several hours away, so I let that go to the back of my mind and continued with webcomics, blogs and videos on YouTube and TED. When I write it all out like that, I start to realize I need to pare down my online media consumption, probably on criteria like "entertaining" and "informative" which will hopefully also include "interesting" by default. I may also re-cut the people I follow on twitter back down to people I've actually spoken with and/or met, instead of people like William Gibson (though he may fall into the "sufficiently entertaining and/or informative" category) and Conan O'Brien.
Before long, 2PM rolled around and I realized I had half an hour to shower and get ready for the ~half hour travel to the recruiter's office. As with every other time I've gone to Seattle for an interview or meeting, I planned to then go to duaiwe's apartment instead of driving back to Kent, so I packed some spare clothes and a tooth brush in a tote bag with my resume clipboard, shutdown and packed up my laptop, and walked out the door at 14:35. I got to the office at 15:05 and met with the recruiter about fifteen minutes later. We spoke for a while and came to the conclusion that I was not a fit for the position he'd contacted me about, but that my diverse skill set could be useful in some other positions he has available. I made it to Hawk's place by 16:00 and when I went to unpack and set up my laptop realized I had not carried it down the hill from my car.
(Side note: Parking near Hawk's apartment is a premium. Street parking is limited to two hours except by zone permit, so I usually park two blocks North and East where street parking is free and unrestricted, but requires a severe uphill walk on the return trip.)
On the walk back to my car I tried to remember whether or not the laptop bag had been in the car at all when I'd grabbed the rest of my stuff to walk to Hawk's apartment and came to the conclusion that it hadn't and it was probably still sitting in my chair in my room in Kent. Once at the car I was able to verify that the laptop was not in the car, and half an hour later I verified the second part of my conclusion.
Captain Jules stole my posting time for the Sunday blog at Wings of Steam, so I'll have to make mine today instead.