| The Tribulations of Daily Toil |
[Sep. 11th, 2006|10:03 pm] |
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Wow, two weeks into the new job before I say a damn thing about it.
The first thing that surprises me is how acclimated I have become to the 8 hour workday. They keep me busy enough, that's for sure, and now I am lacking the time to come home and download all my usual crap, read my comics, etc. I would pay a good sum of money to either get an hour added to my day, or remove my need for sleep.
I was pretty damn competitive the first week - they hired a second new guy, and there is only one seat open in the designers room.
The new guy lasted 2 days. I win.
The commute though, I can't stand it much longer. All my coworkers drive. All my coworkers also know the parking enforcement officers in Georgetown on a first name basis. This translates into me not really wanting to drive there and sticking out with the public transportation. Now I am used to a long commute, 5 years going to GMU at 50 minutes a pop and you just tune this sort of stuff out. An hour and ten there, hour and a half back is longer but since I don't have to drive I can just zone out for that time. Almost relaxing.
Then the guy on the news says the average DC commute is 34 minutes. God dammit.
I want my 2 hours of day back, and that being the case I am going to start looking for a new place. Anyone want to move to somewhere near the Virginia side of the Orange line do drop me a line. I have one interested party but I'll hear from all takers. Once I see how much my real paychecks are I'll be willing to get all the crap done in my name, and also take the bigger bedroom.
I'm used to living in a milk crate, cut me a break.
The one negative aspect of my job is the now realized time lost to commute. Not only do I lose the time getting there and back, I have to sleep earlier to get up equally as early. I'd like to have one of those social lives that everyone is talking about and get out during the week at least once. I'll probably have to leave Reston before that happens though.
That or I can turn into my father and subsist purely from work/home/work/home.
If that happens I'll also be buying a revolver and training for the World Russian Roulette Championship. I hear there is good money in organ donation.
I could also talk about the beach trip that the bosses paid for (we're talking beach house, bar tabs, food, russian brides, etc), but that is something you'll have to ask me about in person. I foresee the need of loud talking and hand gestures to explain it all. |
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| The Importance of Putting Your Pants on Forwards |
[Aug. 27th, 2006|07:10 pm] |
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Its very important, ended up running a quarter of a mile before I noticed. Hard to put your iPod in your pocket that way.
I used to hate running, the idea of absentmindedly going down a trail to no valuable destination held no sway with me. I tried it on and off in my youth which usually left me shin pain and a resolve strong enough to break through some wet toilet paper. So I fell in the cycle that most exercisers/dieters go through of doing well for a week, then ignoring it for a week, and eventually giving up on it entirely.
Fast forward about 4 years and I still hate it - but I see its value now. I can run for a few miles and during that time I don't care about a thing but making it to the next block. There is some solace to be found amidst the burning lungs and the aching legs. Damn shame it will get darker soon and there are no lights along the trail; running on a treadmill defeats the whole point in my mind.
Great way to tour the scenery too, I run past Lake Anne every day and just take a breather for a single song and relax over a dusk lit lake. Weird ass bird was honking at me today though. Wikipedia has had one of its rare failings and cannot tell me what the hell it is. It had a neck flap and some crazy thing on its head, but it wasn't taking any shit from a schnauzer which I thought was marvelous.
2 more months and I'll start thinking about the boxing, gotta keep that on top of my mind. |
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[Aug. 16th, 2006|11:30 pm] |
Lately I find myself thinking about a simple concept:
con·tent adj.
1. Desiring no more than what one has; satisfied.
I can certainly say I enjoy myself at least somewhat every day, but I don't think there has ever been a time in my life where I was even remotely satisfied with the state of things. My problem lies in that at the root of things I don't exactly know what I want to begin with. I am surrounded by those that are content and I wish I knew the secret. Some people can play a video game all day, all week long and be happy. That time of my life is long over, scratch that. Some people can sit and work on something beautiful and creative for hours on end. I tend to lose interest in any given project after a few days. Some can work themselves to the bone and gain a sense of fulfillment via their accomplishments. That would make me my father, something I am not. It seems something is missing and I'm fresh out of clues as to what that is.
For now I'll chalk it up to the grass is greener idea, and maybe this new job will replace some of these thoughts with exhaustion. |
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| Airborne Menace |
[Aug. 10th, 2006|05:07 pm] |
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| | nauseated | ] |
You know I could have plenty to write about today, but I I'm a little crippled.
There is a huge pile of mulch outside the intake for the AC, and the entire condo smells like shoe in dog shit with maybe a hint of vomit. My room is a little different - I lit a cinnamon bun scented candle. NOW my room smells like a shit cake, vast improvement.
Suggestions? Advice? Is it time to jump ship and live in my car for the night? |
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| End of a Dynasty |
[Aug. 10th, 2006|01:11 am] |
I have a new job in 2 weeks. Awesome. Blue Water Media in Georgetown, Wisconsin and Q. Long commute, totally worth it.
I feel bad for the MML - with the announcement that all graduated staff are going to be shitcanned in the September time-frame all the guys will be forced out. No clue what Charlotte will do, hopefully her business will take off and she can leave the bureaucratic crap behind.
Dragonslayer has now seen its first round of Bondo/sanding complete, many things to fix. Pictures tomorrow. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2006|01:16 am] |
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Working at the MML is quite a unique experience. You don't get many hours, you aren't payed very well, but the benefits seemed to outweigh that significantly. Today for example:
500 beach balls.
Of course we didn't have the foresight to purchase a simple pump to deal with these, so we start passing them out to any staff member that is within throwing distance (Jesse had to be threatened with deletion of his work). We only got 50ish actually out and filled up, more than that would have incapacitated the lungs of the staff on hand. 50 though was more than enough to ambush one poor Jason upon entering for lunch: total deer in the headlights situation. Even more unlucky was Nazir, who picked the worst day of the year to be late.
Attempting to recreate scenes from Dodgeball involving a blindfold seems to result in failure.
I eventually did some work on the CE project, the design is totally wrecked now and I'd certainly like to wash my hands of it. Hopefully that new job comes through, long ass commute but more money and some "real world" experience. And I get to ditch "4man".
Dragonslayer was actually an excellent way to eat up my evening, I'm getting swallowed up in creating this thing. I feel a little bad for the neighbors having to listen to my sander for hours at a time, but that guilt fades in the face of one awesome 82 3/4" sword. Only got one side done, other gets done tomorrow, more Bondo maybe Thursday, more sanding Friday - all dependent on finding something social to do. Picture links will be up as soon as I get some decent lighting.
Kross and Genk stopped by, fun reminiscing although I've given up the WoW cold turkey. Being out for a month puts me so far out of the loop its crazy; it won't be much longer before I don't even comprehend what they are talking about.
Absinthe has left Great Britain, I am waiting patiently to have my visions.
Wow, freaking blog. I wonder how long I'll keep this up before I lose interest? |
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| The beginning of the end? |
[Aug. 8th, 2006|02:30 am] |
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| | nostalgic | ] |
Oh god I told myself I'd never do this again.
Anyways, the purpose I have here tonight is to wish Clint a happy trip overseas, the hope that he gains some great knowledge while abroad (did I spell that wrong? its way too late), and to bring back some of that wookie level craziness to the greater portion of Europe.
Maybe I'll never post in this again or maybe I will tomorrow, who knows.
Its just time to re-evaluate my life, and maybe actually writing about it for the first time in ages will help me with the process. |
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