I could try to be all blase and say I'm not going to go see it, but let's be real here.


Maybe I can try to finish the Big Fic before the fourth movie comes out?

Meh.

Dec. 11th, 2010 07:21 pm
Bah humbug. Christmas is two weeks away. Am I ready? Oh, hell no. Cousin's son is getting a model trebuchet, though.

OTOH, Damn You, Autocorrect! is one of the funniest things I've seen on the Internet in a long time.

*sigh*

Nov. 14th, 2010 08:45 pm
We HATES the A+ study materials. HATES THEM.

IRQs? Seriously, I'm going to be tested on IRQs? OMG. If I'm dealing in interrupt requests, I'm dealing with a fucking antique OS, I tell you what.

OTOH, I know the four categories of fire extinguisher now.
This IT person, gender so far irrelevant, has written a batch file that immediately and irretrievably deletes all potentially incriminating data off his computer. (All personal files, all internet browsing history, all e-mails etc.) S/he is slightly paranoid, so s/he runs it every time s/he gets called in to talk to management, fearing that s/he is being sacked and wishes to destroy evidence.

The catch?

S/he is important enough that she gets called in to management every week or so.

Don't know where that's going, but there could be fun there.
One week down. I want a drink, but it'll have to wait until DH gets home. (I never touch alcohol when I'm the only one with the kids.)

The job. It is. Still.

The problem is that I can't actually do anything until my background check is completely finished. No network login, no access to any of the offices, nothing. I have to be escorted to and from the bathroom.

So I get to listen in and read my kilo-page A+ Certification manual.

I hate doing nothing. And while I know a lot of the people there, I DON'T know my immediate co-workers. Who are having to take the fact that I have skillz on faith, because of the aforementioned lack of action. And I hope they don't feel like I'm useless. (Stupid thing to think: THEY all sat there for a week (or more), too, reading their A+ manuals and waiting for their backgrounds to be checked.) But the feeling is still there.

I know so many of the people there in positions slightly-to-massively above mine, and consider them friends. That's good: I have a little breathing space in which to prove myself. That's BAD, because if, for whatever reason, this all goes south, I'll feel like I've let them all down, and proved their trust and faith in me to be misplaced. Which is absurdly overdramatic, but I can't make it stop.

This will pass, and I will endure. I will learn, and (hopefully) look back on this time and laugh myself. While I'm on the slog, though...

I need to get more sleep.

And I swear I will do fannish things again soon. I just can't focus on much right now, apart from the job.
I want this job to work out so badly. Seriously, the first couple of days have felt like coming home. (Which is why I'm so scared it won't work out, or that I'll screw it up. I don't feel like I deserve to be this happy.)

It's funny, because if you had to guess, this place (which would be instantly recognizable to anyone who knew New Mexico, if I got any more specific) is the LAST place in which you would expect me to feel comfortable, but I do. I can't put my finger on it. Maybe it's the high ratio of nerds to normals? I dunno.

If I keep worrying about this I will drive myself even crazier than I already am. I just need to keep on keeping on, keep my head down, control the things I can control and let the rest go. It is what it is, and it will be what it will be.

I'm not good at that.

Also? Srsly, the A+ certification manual sucks ass. And I have to read the 1000+ pages, and memorize shit like the viable range of a bluetooth signal, and the relative lengths you can get with CAT 5 and 6 before the signal degrades. Good stuff.

VEGAS!

Jul. 10th, 2010 10:21 am
I am shocked, shocked to find that there is gambling going on here!


:)

VEGAS!

Jul. 9th, 2010 08:40 pm
Going to Vegas. Have reservations at a very nice place, and I even got fake nails for the occasion. Actually, I'd never tried them before, so I figured what the hell. The guy who did them took one look at me and said, "Sport length."

Typing is tricky.
I'm in PA. The green! Oh, my God, the green! It's so soothing on the eyes.

I'm kind of in a strange place, right now. This year has been nothing but change. I realized that it's been exactly twelve months since we put the house on the market, and I just cleaned out the storage unit this week. So it took an entire year; longer, if you count the house prep time. An entire year of my life devoted to that project... hard to believe.

But it's done. And I'm back to work, and I'll (hopefully) hear about that good job soon. *fingers crossed*

Visiting my aunt for the holiday weekend... it's a bit odd, but this house has been far more of a constant in my life than any place I've ever actually lived. My aunt and uncle have lived here for almost 40 years, so, no matter where I've wandered, I've visited here at least once every two years, and usually more frequently. I remember the garish 70s paint job (a lemon yellow kitchen; a bright orange and red banister stripe) and the 80s shag carpet and glass coffee table. My cousins moved out in the 90s, and now they've added an extra room and bathroom. I've moved about so much in my life (eleven times total) but, while it may have changed clothes to match the fashions, the address has always been a place to visit. It's strange.

I keep thinking in terms of hurdles. Like I just have to get past this next thing, and there will be some breathing space. Hasn't happened yet, not for months.

Agh.

Jun. 29th, 2010 07:52 am
I can haz job interview today.

I'm nervous.


The Fellowship of the Vuvuzela
Yeah. So's my oven.

It's amazing the difference that 10 degrees makes... 90° is hot but endurable, while 100°F means my ass is staying inside near the swamp cooler. The hottest it's ever been while I've lived here is 107°, which was so awful. I could barely think. At least it gets cool at night.

I will never live in Phoenix. Never never never never NEVER.

This season has been very weird... we had a frost in early May, and it's already cracking three digits in early June.
Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.

-CS Lewis
I don't feel 36.
TV Tropes is not going to help your current situation. No, not at all. Not even a little.
It's the Holy Ghost Hokey Pokey.



I don't.. I just... the brain, she broke.
So I'm coming off the Mommy track. It's good, but bumpy. And all that free time I had?

Oh, so gone.

But I haven't entirely lost my Mad Troubleshooting Skillz. It still amazes me, sometimes, though... the other day, a lady ran up to me, "OMG, you have to help! ObscureSoftwarePackage isn't working!"

I'd never heard of that piece of software. I didn't know what it did. I wasn't even sure how to pronounce the name. But, ok, I went. Not knowing how to work the thing, I asked her to show me what she did when it started going wrong. Lo and behold, it broke, just like she'd been describing. I sat down. I poked it for a little bit. I Googled. Google led me to a patch. I installed the patch. It worked!

There was much rejoicing, and dancing, and singing, and promising to me of their firstborn sons.

Honestly, it was nice, but I felt a little bit like a fraud. That lady still knows more about that ObscureSoftwarePackage than I do. I did absolutely nothing to that machine that she couldn't have done.

Mind you, I also didn't tell her that...
Take that, Corrupt Active Directory Profile! You thought you'd fox me, not knowing the GUID on the Exchange mailbox, but no, I am the master of you!

(It's the little victories that make me giddy. Also, the lack of sleep.)
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