I got squash for days. Days. And about a hundred green tomatoes just about to go red on the vine. Phone screen this afternoon that I really, really don’t want to screw up. I don’t have any reason to think that I will, but after bombing the last interview my confidence is a little less than rock-solid. I’ll have to be sure to do some prep beforehand. Maybe listen to this a few times. Or possibly to this. And almost certainly to this and this (hey, I like that one, it ain’t about you).
And I should probably review some cybersecurity basics and architectural design patterns. Even if he doesn’t ask, the practice will help my confidence.
Is that Miami?
I remember it. Not well, because it sucked and it wasn’t really something I could relate to as a little white boy in the suburbs, but I’m pretty sure Two-Two-Seven was a black sitcom with mostly female leads in the 80’s.
*checks wikipedia*
Yep. Aired from ’85 and ’89, starred Marla Gibbs and Jackée Harry. There was really nothing there for me. Pretty sure it still sucked, even if you could relate to it.
Anyhow, Pupster sent me this, so you can all accuse him of being into trannies too.
So there’s a chance of a job in South Bend, Potential Future Bossman is coming up to teach a class and have lunch with me next week, and the company that owns the building my previous company used to own but I got kicked out of when the new company bought it might want to employ me after all.
I thought about how I’d say that sentence in Spanish and then got a headache so I stopped.
Anyhow, there’s an ever-increasing chance of me escaping the auto industry. Unfortunately, I’ve now been there so long that I’m going to feel a not-insignificant amount of guilt in leaving. I don’t think it will have an extreme impact on the project in any event, but it’s possible I’ll leave some hurt feelings in my wake. I still have no passion for the program (and occasional bouts of outright antipathy), so it’s still the right thing to do.
Weather’s good, Tri-Adventure Race is behind me, multiple tiny slivers hope for the future whether it means a move or not. Glass status: half full.
Tasteful B&W.
It’s that time of year again, where the air is buzzing with excitement, everyone is talking about their favorite players, and there are parties galore! I am speaking, of course, of Black History Month.
But the Super Bowl is also coming up or some junk, so we should probably talk about that, too… Continue reading
We had a bye week last Monday (union rules, I couldn’t work, forrealz). Tomorrow marks 6 months on the new job that I shouldn’t have taken. I continue to hope that some greater purpose is being served, whether that be for me or for someone unknown to me. I don’t know yet if I’ve given anything away suggesting that I’m discontent, or if I just seem like a semi-cynical grump. There are probably at least a few who suspect and aren’t asking me directly. Polite of them.
No imagination required.
Emil Nolde
b.1868 in the olde Prussian duchy of Nolde (which after The Great War became part of Denmark.)
d.1956
Happy Thanksgiving week, everyone. I’m working 2.5 days this week. It’d be 3 but the wife has some bidness to transact on base and I’ll be staying home with the baby so she doesn’t have to truck the poor lass out to Mt. Clemens and back.
In this post we’re going to peer into the future and have a look at all the things Alex might see when he joins a yoga class for the only reasons any straight man joins a yoga class.
The ab wheel isn’t really a yoga thing, but you still might see it.
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