A Question of Interviews

I'm unemployed and looking for work. Now because of the job market in Cowtown, this shouldn't be an issue and finding job postings is easy. What I didn't expect was the response I got from agencies.

I'm defining an "agency" here as an entity that finds jobs for people. They send your resume to their clients, the clients interview you and if you're hired, the employer pays the agency a cut of your new salary. I've "interviewed" with about eight of them in the past two weeks.

I'm wondering if the whole agency thing is the way to go. I've only had one job interview that I submitted my application directly. I don't think I'd want that job though, even if they offered it to me. It sounded like a great job, but the two guys who interviewed me had no sense of humour whatsoever. Not that I cracked a lot of jokes, but they were absolutely stone-faced. And they would be my bosses if I was hired. No fun.

Anyways back to the agency thing. I'm getting the impression that these guys get paid by how many names they have, no more. There was one this week where I was actually asked questions pertaining to a specific job. One I had today did the same which actually kind of threw me. The rest, well, it was about fifteen minutes of "here's what we do, how does that sound?" and I was out the door.

So I'm thinking that if I'm going to get a job, it will be without their help.

Besides, as Capa would say, why go through a middleman when it's cheaper for the employer just to get resumes directly? Not to mention I'm a firm believer that if you put your life in someone's hands, chances are they'll drop it in the toilet.

Time is kind of on my side though. Summer is usually not the best time to be looking for work but then again if that's the belief, I'll be the only one looking.

And a summer off sounds nice.

Down to Business

Well, my week off is over. Not that I have found a new job (C'mon Capa, I needs me a job where you work!) but it's time to put the nose to the grindstone. Or at least get my shit together.

I've been avoiding making a list of things I need to do with my time off, but here goes:

Keep the resume updates and check job listings every day.

Organize my contacts list. Right now it's pretty much a stack of napkins.

Clean, tune and buy a new seat for my bike.

Renew my passport. I still have quite a bit of time on it but since the whole process means you need at least 2 full days off, do it now.

Get back to the gym on a two on, one off schedule. I stood on a scale this weekend and was not impressed. When I take a day off, get on the afore-mentioned bike.

Spend at least two hours a day either writing fiction or writing code.

So that's the list. Note that it's more of a "establish a productive routine" than items to check off as they are completed. I know me: slacking is what I enjoy best, but too much means I'll get behind (and grow a large behind) very quickly.

The other things I need to clamp down on is my expenditures: no more impulse buying of things like DVDs, Guitar Hero controllers, books etc. At least not until I finish the lots I have purchased (about 5 DVDs, yes I know "The 4400" Capa and about a half-dozen books). This will mean I can avoid the slack.

thank goodness I went I got Starcraft on Friday. You know about Starcraft 2 right?

Sweeeeet. Bad programmer! Get back to work! Or at least looking for work.

Long Weekend Exceeded

Well it is now Wednesday, which mean I have been unemployed for more than a long weekend. It really hasn't struck me with full force yet. I'm not quite sure when that will happen. There are some financial things to take care of (I got my holiday paid out).

I haven't done much of anything really except for some very light housework and some very heavy laundry. I didn't want to put together a huge list of things to do as I have plenty of time: mostly I'm kind of bored. Right now I'm sipping good coffee (the stuff they had at the office was consistently atrocious) reading books and email and playing with Guitar Hero.

I applied for a couple of jobs yesterday, but purely out of requirement. I haven't seen anything that really piques my interest as of yet beyond "We need code monkey! You code monkey?" but there's time for now. I'm won't be terribly worried until July begins, as summer is a horrible time to look for work.

So yeah, just hanging.

This week is just about decompression anyways. I'll tackle the big questions next week. For now, I'll catch up on my reading, get my bike tuned up, do some songs on "Medium" (gotta get that new guitar) and just chill in the warm spring sunshine.

Gotta love it.

Man of Leisure

My first day of unemployment!

It's been slack so far, accompanied by a slight hang-over. My friends from the old homestead, Pete and Mo, made a surprise visit this weekend. And since nobody had to go to work today we went for a little liquid entertainment. Ugh. I'm not as bad as I thought I would be but still: it's a yogurt and salad day.

One thing that came up (as these things do) is I think I discovered why I am so loathe to do yard work. A like a good big yard, but the thought of all the maintenance fills me with such a feeling of dread. I've never been sure why.

Pete figured out why: it's the same for him. As kids, yardwork was the penance for our childhood transgressions. Mowing the lawn, raking the leaves, trimming the hedges, all were forms of punishment. It's classic behavior modification. So at a very basic level, having a green thumb is equivalent to getting a pink bottom (and my Pop occasional cut a switch).

That's one more life mystery solved by drunken ramblings!

Today is just a day off, the full impact of my unemployment hasn't hit and probably won't until I get my last paycheck and work out finances. According to my estimates I have enough stashed away to get me to mid-July without touching my bankroll (in form of unpaid holiday and overtime). after that I have about four months before my bank account dwindles to zero. So lots of time. Problem now is what to do with it.

This week though is all about decompression.

I Quit! (Declarative, not Imperative)

Yup. For those who don't know (and I think most do) I quit my job last week. Two weeks notice. Four days until I'm unemployed and painting up the "Will Code for Food" sign.

Woooohoooooo!

The reasons (or at least some of them) should be obvious considering my last few posts. But it's all summed up with a simple "Time to Go!". For personal, career and plain selfish reason, it's time to move on after eight years of... well some of it actually has been good. But it's been a while.

In the meantime, I've backed away from Starting Write Now. I'm hoping that it will be a short hiatus. All signs point to "okay" as even the act of putting in my resignation (very professional, not delivered with a pointy thing as some believed I would) has been a relief. I've started thinking about writing again, which I haven't done in months.

So I'll at least have some time off. I actually have a couple of interviews set up (it's amazing how word gets around in this burg) but I'm not in a huge rush to sit my ever-widening ass in a cubicle (actually that reminds me, back to the gym). But there are a few choice places I would not mind blessing with my presence. But it will be summer soon and Laroo has the summers off...

I'm guessing I'll be updating this as well (as I embark in my new career). Of course with every new job there's a whole set of knowledge to cram into the cranium in a very short period of time. I haven't done that in a while, not sue if there's actually any room in there....

So, that's it for now (in more ways than one). Like I said, there will be updates here.

Oh yeah, and I love Laroo. Still. More, even. She's the one who's been keeping me relatively sane(-ish) these past few months. But most of all she reminded me that I'm better than I usually think I am (computer geeks almost universally suffer from some form of self-esteem issues). She actually gave me the courage to quit. When she says everything will be alright, it's believable.

She is my sunshine!

Right, This Thing

As Capa mentioned, it's time for my "quartery update". It say something sardonic but he's pretty much getting it right, there.

First off, 'gratz to Big M and KAJ, who will be Big M and KAR after today: they are (finally) getting married. Thanks for the bachelor party M, I think I dropped about $150 at the casino. No strippers, but I still got taken for a ride...

Speaking of which, I just dropped $1000+ on my car at the dealership. Seems there were a whole bunch of problems that strangely never cropped up when my car was coverd by my warantee which expired in February. Looks like I'll be using Mr. Lube from now on. There's a joke in there somewhere...

On the work front, well I had a couple potential interviews supposedly set up throug some contracting companies but for some reason they aren't returning my calls. Quite disappointing to say the least. But the job search continues as my current one just seems to be getting more stressful as the days go by. I didn't think it was all that possible. Every day for the past couple of weeks I've been updating the resignation letter. My little bro had some good advice though: if you are going to just up and quit, do it at the beginning of summer. Which has the added advantage of Laroo being off for the summer.

Yup, me and Laroo are still going strong. She's such a cutie, especially when she is stressed. Which is all the time actually but her big production is over as of tonight so we're winging away (okay driving) for a weekend in the mountains. I think she'll sleep through it all, whihc is fine, I have alot of books to read. And yes Capa, DVDs to watch: I started on teh 4400, don't ruch me.

Anyways, I have a monkey suit to don: wedding in a few hours.

Okay, Three Things

First, it was officially the first day of Spring! When I ran screaming from the office today (what most people call "going to lunch") I saw the first mini-skirts of the season! While it dos take some time for the eyes to adjust to the pallor the site affords, it's a sure sign the Spring is around the corner!

Second, the whole writing routine is coming together. I finished a rough draft of "When I Became the Boss" and started on "Dad's Hole". Both are children's books for grown-ups: the first relating the tale of when a computer programmer gets promoted and the second a story of how a girl's father dug a hole so deep the whole house fell in.

I've also started "The Flora and Fauna of the Cubicle Plains". It's my humble contribution to help save the environment. My observations have uncovered various birds, such as the Twittering Agile, and the Yellow-Bellied Kwikwyn. There have also been a number of mammals sighted: the Black Berryfondle, the Caffeinated Sloth and of course the majestic Silver-Back Legacy Beaver. I even encountered a strange species of tortoise: the Directionless Steering Tortoise to be precise. I am currently writing up characteristics and common habitats of these creatures and should have some rough drafts available soon.

And of course the reading on writing is going swimmingly. I finished off Stephen King's "On Writing" and have started a couple of the other books on loan to me. Hopefully I'll have those back to their respective owners by the end of April.

Thirdly, I must admit I find myself in the grips of another obsessive-compulsive little phase. It's been quite a while since the last one so this ain't so bad. The object of my obsession this time is 18th Century Naval warfare. In other words, Pirates!

You see about a month back my little brother and room-mate borrowed a copy of "Sid Myers' Pirates!" and started playing on his laptop. So I decided to load my version on my laptop. I think I even managed to get Laroo interested in playing. We'll see on that though.

Then I recalled that there was a MMO based on the player being a pirate or national captain in the 1700's West Indies. Revisiting the site, I found myself quite enamored with Pirates of the Burning Sea. Quite enamored. As far as searching incessantly online for ship and sail designs, pirate lore and even exclaiming "Ahoy!" to those lubbers at work. Arrrrrrrr....

And that in turn had me pricing out a new do-it-yourself home gaming rig.

Add Spore to that and you have yourself a gaming future.

Meanwhile, I've stumbled upon two really good time wasters. Spamalot! is pretty much your basic catapult game, but add the Monty Python and the Holy Grail theme's and graphics and well, I'm hooked. The other way I've been wasting time is this little gem which is really hand drawn. Amazing what you can do with no artistic ability but an insidious mind....

And that's three things! Now I must go fling chickens at the French. Arrr........

Two Hour Window

As some of you know, I took last week off of work. Going into work today was met with a deep-rooted, gnawing dread that was completely justified as it turns out...

And as all of you, when I take a week off I tend to set some lofty goals for myself which I never seem to be able to accomplish. Notice I didn't do that this time around. The only goal I set for myself was to think a bit about life the universe and everything.

A good portion of the week was spent with Laroo, and that's always good. I managed to meet some of her family and made a good impression, some of her co-workers (and likewise) and actually helped her in her dramatic endeavors. That didn't turn out so well but I blame false advertising on that. Anyone want ten walkie-talkies cheap?

There were a couple of job interviews. Well maybe "interview" is too strong a word. One was a "getting to know you" session with a recruiter (which went well) and one was a recruitment for an RRSP pyramid scheme (which went well considering the pretenses I was offered and there was not a lot of blood shed afterwards).

Add a "boys night out" with the bros as we re-lived our violent childhood by playing board games; accusing each other at cheating, rules lawyering and all around poor sportsmanship, more time with Laroo, another interview for the writing group and various trips to the airport, it sums up to a busy week.

But I did engage the brain. What I engaged it with was some thought on routine.

I am very much a routine kinda guy. But getting into that routine takes some effort as I am also a lazy kinda guy. Two things I need to get into a routine: working out and writing. And they both take a considerable amount a of time given my schedule.

Consider: on a good day I get home at 5:30 PM (today, not so much....). After whatever I call dinner and the cleanup it's about 6:30 or 7. Which leaves me about 2 hours of energy left before I spend the night listening the elephant stomping around upstairs (not as much metaphor there as you think or as I wish).

The gym is two hours fifteen minutes from out the door to back at home.

The goal is to write 1000 words a day. Which takes me about two hours. And also scares the hell out of me.

So I can't do both. Not every day (maybe on weekends, but from now until April 1, all my weeks are belong to Laroo).

So I'm going for either/or. Either I go to the gym and do a full work out or I write or do writing-related stuff for two hours. Yes, I will include this blog (practice) and the writing blog (more practice). I'm also including reading about writing as that's educational and if it's all like Stephen King's "On Writing" it's also a treat.

How many words is that? 511... Okay back to Mr. King! 517...

V-Day

First off, Happy V-day to everyone! And a very special V-Day (although we will be celebrating on the weekend) to my Laroo who said some very nice things about me and who needs a hug. So I drove through a blizzard (okay a lot of ice fog) lousy roads and the Driver Stupidex at "Danger! Danger Will Robinson!" levels to give her lots of them.

I'm such a good boyfriend.

One of the things we have in common is the whole competency thing. And the very low threshold for allowing people to do a lousy job. With the big production she's doing at work, it's getting her down, so all of you go wish her well just because she makes me happy. Happier. Okay, less full of hate. And that's a miracle in itself!

Love ya, Laroo!

So in job hunting news: I've had some time for the Hate-o-meter to settle down and stabilize a bit. It's still pretty high up on that there chart and the urge to quit (I just backspaced over "urge to kill") is still daily.

But I'm not going to just up and quit without having a new job. I've spent seven years getting this cash together and dammit I'm going to enjoy it!

So I've been putting the booster on the job hunt engine. I've applied for a couple jobs at specific places I want to work and a couple generic resumes at contracting companies.

And I got a request to apply for a position in the ol' email-o-tron today. Looks interesting actually: small company looking to grow. Been there done that, will ing to take the salary they are quoting to do it again (woohoo!).

Now go get sick on chocolate, you crazy kids

Not Quite As, But Still, Angry

Alright so the $500+ dollars was the gub'mint's share of my stock option cash in. Sheesh. It means I'll stop paying into CPP (but will never see a thin dime, I'm quite sure) and EI (likewise). Thanks again to Capa for setting me straight. I didn't get a chance to look into things today.

As for work, well, I was training a room full of individuals who will be removing the six-ton albatross from around my neck, so that was okay. But after that was over it was the usual round of me going to various people and asking "Did you actually think about this? Really? Are you sure you thought about this?"

But the plan still holds: new job by the 28th or I'm out by March 15th. A gotta novel or two to write.

And of course on the home front, things get better and better. The L-word was exchanged between myself and Laroo (and I initiated it! yay me!). Yes, that L-word. No not the one on TV. No the other one. L-O-V... never mind.

This is so cool. It's kinda funny too as she is a bit bewildered by the whole thing (and I am too, just not as much). It's kinda cute.

So anyways, just that quick update. Now, I have to surf the various job sites and maybe even (gasp) get some concepts down for writing (had a great idea for a setting for a sci-fi series: TV, movie, game comics or novels? Who knows? When you get lucky, you get all five.)

L-O-V-E. There. I blogged it. Now the whole world knows! Virtually I mean. You know.

So Much for That

What a day. The feeling of not-rage has cumulated into the state of being known as "Full of Hate".

Actually Capa contributed to that in a way by forwarding an email that would have set me off on a murderous rampage. Okay, at least assault and battery with a blunt instrument (a 5' 2" lead administrator) against a pair of application managers (who seemed to epitomize at least two of the deadly sins each, so they would have had it coming). If he hadn't I would be posting this from holding cell. You know what I mean.

What today did was high-light the fact that whenever I need someone to get something done, I have to fight for even the simplest request tooth and nail. Meanwhile when someone asks me to do something, I generally do it (although I have to strain some of them through the Idiocracy filter).

So a decision has been made. The entire office (or at least my department) are moving to a new location in March. Personally, that means that my half-hour walk to work now becomes a sixty minutes drive to work. Where there isn't enough parking. And a cubicle that is about four feet wide. And that's one of the big ones.

It's just not worth it.

If it so happens (and it's a good possibility) that I don't have a new job by then I will give two weeks notice. After that my time would be dedicated to a job search and my writing. I have enough cash to get me through three months without dipping into credit. Not my favorite as it's taken me quite a while to get that sum together, but it's money or health. And you can't put a good price on health.

And on top of that today, the roads are a mess. So the chances of seeing the wonderful Laroo for a hug and snuggle session is fading quickly.

Update: And on top of all that I just noticed my last paycheck is about $500 short. This may move up the schedule.

Sunny Walks

For the first time in months, the walk home was actually not done in complete darkness. Granted the sun had slunk behind the horizon (probably to get out of the wind and cold). You have no idea how much of big deal that is. Or maybe you do: most of my readership lives within ten miles of me.

An odd thing happened to me yesterday: I was at work and it actually didn't suck. This may have had something to do with Capa loaning me his DS with Elite Beat agents for a while, but I doubt it (although getting a DS has moved up in the "gotta have" list).

No, what happened was I had a productive day. At least in relation to all the other days since September where I felt like I was fighting a zombie army of clueless wonders. Today was a bit more "normal" although that probably had something to do with software we developed four or five years ago not working with Vista. So now the zombie horde is wondering how we can rewrite 120 applications in two weeks.

I'm still applying for jobs elsewhere: this is probably just my winter blues beginning to fade.

Laroo rocks. For those just tuning in, she is my significant other. Her schedule over the next two months is going to be insane (check out her blog for reasons why) and we probably won't see each other as much as we want but all that means is that when we do get together, it's very special. Not short-bus special. Limo special.

Still, I'm tempted to drag her from her place of work, pick up her dog on the way to the airport and wing our way to a tropical location where bathing suits aren't required (Laroo doesn't own one. I see that as an opportunity).

Get this: we bought a Lego dragon and built it together. She actually hung it up in her house. How cool is that?

Week Off! Then Why am I So Stressed?

Yep, all true: I have this week off. As we speak I am typing wearing only underwear and headphones. Actually, I tell a lie, I'm only wearing one of those two items :)

Anyways this is supposed to be a productive week. Supposedly. All the little things I've neglected over the past two months due to surgery, moves, Christmas, laziness and just plain not-having-time I'm trying to resolve this week. So here's a list of things I'm (supposed) to be doing:

Finish filling out all of those pesky change-of-address forms

Get back to the gym routine by going every day this week

Update Monster.ca with the new resume and apply for at least three jobs

Re-organize my stuff as I know I can (barely) fit everything in

Read up on the whole writing thing by actually reading the books Capa and others have loaned me

Update my various blogs, video blogs and writing columns (and thus this post)

Dentist, Eye Doctor and various other health-related appointments

Get my new laptop (yes I got a new laptop) ready for both work (programming software) and writing (finding a free copy of Word if I can)

Laundry and a haircut. But not at the same time

And other things as they come up

What a boring vacation, eh? Ah well, it's been petty good so far (if busy) and I'm actually done many of the above. The gym thing hurts though.

Of course, there's Laura (aka Laroo) who has some very nice things to say about me. I'm blushing, babe!

It's been six weeks (not quite nine and half) and frankly I'm still smitten. Even after taking care of her during a week of a very, very nasty cold.

I could list all the little things like her laugh, her smile, her smarts, her love of all things Shakespeare but the big thing, the huge thing that has me hooked is pretty basic. She knows, I'm a geek, she accepts I'm a geek and she enjoys that I'm a geek. She may not understand the specifics of my geekhood, but she really gets that I enjoy them. No judgment, no rancour just acceptance. Me for me and all that. That, as those who know me, is a huge deal.

And speaking of smitten, everyone say "gratz" to KAJ and Big M who are tying the knot in March. About bloody time you two. I like these guys, I think they are registered at Best Buy. My kinda peoples. I promise to make a huge jack-ass of myself at the reception.

Crime and Punishment

Interesting times continues....

I get into the elevator this morning and find a notice on the inside: there was a break-in in the downstairs, underground, "secure" parking lot and everybody should check their vehicles. So naturally I check.

Smashed passenger side window, nothing taken out of my car. As I toured around the lot to see how many got busted windows, I noticed the interior door leading to stairwell is off its hinges. And I realize the lock and the hinges are on the same side of the door. Brilliant.

So at lunch I go down to the downtown police station, where they tell me I need to bring the vehicle in to be inspected, and that I should do that at another location. I beg off work early, go half way across town to another station, and they tell me since it's a break and enter, I need to call the police (because calling the police from a police station is just crazy talk). So I get home and call the police at about three in the afternoon. They finally arrived around 8, took my statement, looked very seriously at my car. They're still outside.

So it looks like I'm out about $400 because some rummy (or similar) needed another bottle (or similar).

Not a good way to start the week.

I'll save the update on Laroo (my significant other) later, when I'm feeling more mushy and not filled with the urge to don a mask and take justice into my own hands.

Moby's Year in Review

Again, sorry for the long period between posts. The move, Christmas, new girlfriend and general winter wonderland crap means I have a lot to blog about but no time to write. So I'm writing this at work.

As the year end approaches, it's time to sit back, relax, fall asleep and snort yourself awake. After that it's time to look back over the past year and see what was good, what was bad, and what was, well life.

Having read over the last year's blogs, I have come to one conclusion: I am bored a lot. Maybe it's adult onset ADD, maybe it's being thirty something and single but it seems to happen quite a bit. For those of you who continue reading this blog, my profound thanks: your life must be nearly as dull as mine.

However there have been some highlights. The entire first half of 2006 seemed a waste. It wasn't until July that things got interesting. The trip to Toronto, while not garnering me a new job, allowed me to acquaint myself with the cool side of my family. And experience lap-dances. And cottages. All good one and all (did I mention lap-dances?).

Fall saw a return to the groove (or more appropriately the rut). Work frustrations multiplied, friends stood divided, things were added and subtracted and because I want to over-extend this theme, I tried to get to the square root of all things.

December though: if I whinged about being bored for eleven months, December more than made up for it. The move in with my little brother was finally executed (and considering what's been happening over the past weeks, my brother may be executed as well), Christmas meant the yearly frenzy of shopping, hatred of all things festive and spending too much time traveling. And I met Laura. And fell hard for Laura.

The end of the year brought this very unexpected surprise into my life. I have never yet met a woman I felt so completely at ease with. How many women out there are smart, funny, fun, sexy, educated and think I am too! Seriously, three, maybe six? At most?

So yeah, falling hard and fast. Moby is smitten. She knitted me mittens. That's unprecedented. There's a lot of things that have been happening between us that have no precedent for either of us. We're both pretty relationship challenged, so it's like we're sixteen (and I am not looking forward to my next cell-phone bill).

Could be happier only if I won the lottery.

So As I move into 2007 with a new place (and if nothing else my brother will inspire some writing, a murder mystery perhaps?), a great new girlfriend (which sounds odd as she is older than me) a possible new job and a new laptop (coming soon) 2007 will prove to be less boring than 2006. I am a firm believer that "interesting times" is a curse, this year it may not be.

Happy New Year. Maybe for real.

Moving

The move to my brother's place is on Saturday. I've taken Thursday and Friday off to pack. I have alot of crap.

Discounting the huge volume of Lego, I still have alot of crap. Going through just my CDs, DVDs and software took up about 6 hours to get sorted and packed up.

Just finished cleaning out the storage room. Oh, the humanity!

Next up: finish laundry, drop off dry-cleaning and clothing donations, buy more garbage bags, disconnect the modem and cable box, clean up for a date tonight (big smile on my face, and that's the only one I cracked today) drop off and set up cable box and modem at the new place then go on a date.

Tomorrow: pack up clothing and kitchen, finish off living room, collapse in heap. Then the actual move Saturday. Oh and somewhere in there I have to finish my Christmas shopping.

I seem to recall last time I moved I swore to hire movers.

'Tis The Season

To go postal, falalalala-lalalala.....

Oi. Christmas shopping. The time of year where any modicum of intelligence flees from people of all races, creeds and colours. You know what I mean, the drivers are focused on getting to the mall, the shoppers are blind to traffic because they need to find that perfect present, and the malls. My gods, the malls.

This year I tried to organize a rota with my brothers: we would each get a sub-set of the super-sized family, but presents only for those folks and then put all our names on the card. Simple, effective and time saving.

Didn't work: one doesn't want to get gifts for some parts of the extended family, another hates Christmas shopping so much he refuses to leave the house. Meanwhile, it was me who had to go emergency shopping, go to everyone in Calgary who am I related to and pick up their presents and deliver them to the middle of bald ass prairie to give to my mother. She of course traded off her gifts which I intend to distribute to the family in Calgary by the "Come and pick it up your own damn self!" methodology.

Bah. Humbug.

Add to that I'm trying to actually get packed to move on Saturday. The end result would be the aforementioned "postal" thing.

Except...

Her name is Laura and it is kind of scary how well we get along how compatible we seem to be and how much we are into each other so very, very quickly. We've only been on two dates, but there's chemistry, sparks, philosophy and little family health thrown in to boot.

I won't go into the sappy stuff, but it's good sappy stuff. She loves Shakespeare. Those that know me know what kind of effect that has to have. I even went so far as to send her links to the writing site (and there's a new interview here as well). And to here. But I had second thoughts on this one: there's alot of things here that don't paint me in the best light, so I asked her to hold off. And, amazingly, I do trust her to hold off: she's an honest gal, right up front.

So, right now I have to update the resume, finish the bloody Christmas shopping, pack away some stuff so I can talk to Laura again.

Yup, Moby is genuinely smitten. Damn if it isn't a Christmas miracle.

Momentary Pause

Hey All!

As predicted, last weekend's bored state was soon followed by a hellacious week at work. But today may be somewhat of a banner day.

I had an off site meeting that may provide great opportunities for the future (no not Amway).

I had another off site meeting, which was an actual date that may also provide great opportunities for the future (no not a Russian Bride).

Tomorrow I have to start packing, do emergency Christmas shopping and go into work to fix yet another emergency caused by someone else's stupidity. So the "May you live in interesting times" curse continues on.

But tonight, well tonight went ... well.

Wow, I'm Bored

That actually hasn't in quite a while. Well, I was bored out of my skull the first five days after surgery, but that was induced because I was blind. Now I'm actually bored.

This is never good.

It always seems that after a boring day, the following weeks are a constant barrage where I wish I was bored.

That is all. See? Boring.

Popeye

So a week after the surgery, I have 20/20 vision in one eye and an inflammation in the other. So it was 50% successful. I know I shouldn't be worried but Murphy tends to make me his bitch. In the meantime I can't drive, which would suck if it wasn't -40 outside.

The surgery itself took only about twenty minutes here's what happened:

They sit you down in a dentist chair and make you look at this light on a machine above you. Then they dump about a gallon of anesthetic onto the eyeball which makes it both insensitive and unable to move (which is important).

Then they clamp your eyelid open, a la A Clockwork Orange. The patient then makes a joke about the movie and the medical staff groans and informs the patient that everyone says that.

This makes it very freaky when the doctor takes what is actually a very tiny spatula but looks friggin huge and you can see it scrape the layer of goo off your eyeball. You can also feel pressure on the eye which makes you little sick to your stomach.

After that they wash off the eyeball with water or something. Now it's time for zapping. And I do mean zapping. The laser makes a helluva noise: I actually jumped quite a bit when it first went off. It's not a constant laser, rather it pulses away a micro-millimeter of eyeball at a time.

Which brings us to the gross part. When the laser is zapping, you can smell roasted eyeball. What's worse is that you can feel sizzling little bits of eyeball landing on your forehead and cheeks.

I'll leave you with that image. Time for a fried egg sandwich.