Won't you be my neightbor?
Aug 30, 2001Mi madre telleth me that "Mister Roger's Neighborhood" airs it's final episode tomorrow. I loved that show. Remember the talking owl? Remember King Friday and the Prince? Remember Lady Elaine? Remember the trolley? God I loved that trolley. Thanks Fred, you'll be missed.
Montgomery Wards has closed up shop recently too. Target and Walmart ate their lunch. K-mart is next. When I worked for GEIS, K-mart was their largest client. Boy was that EDI stuff backwards and expensive. My position was a permanent patch over a fundamentally screwed process and technology. I dug through EDI data files by hand eyeballin' for errors. At least I learned vi there. By the time I left I was writing shell scripts to replace me. PG&E was another of our clients. The guys I talked to on the phone always had Texas accents. This was way before I moved to Austin. Ever see Erin Brockovich? They were the bad guys. I drove past an oil well of theirs on the way to Port Aransas. It was pretty neat.
Speaking of neighbors, I used to work with Natasha's neighbor Eric. Not only that, but Eric was at the UT Job Fair where I met the company that I was with for the next 14 months (before the economy went to hell). Eric has crazy Linux skills. I bumped into him tonight coming home from Natasha's. Long story short, I've applied for a QA position at the place he's working. Java, Perl, very exciting! Much gratitude, Eric.
In the meantime I'm hitting up all the temp agencies tomorrow. It's funny, I've been in the computer-track for so long I have no idea what other skills I've got, or what kind of positions I'd be good at. I know that I can do a whole lot of things well, it's just a matter of how happy I am at em. For example, I wouldn't inventory retail stores or work at a rollerskating rink again. Working with people would be pretty fun though. Shrug.
I moved my room around again. It's looking nice. Good feng shui. My roommate drives me nuts. I'm gonna lay down some law when he gets back from South Padre. He's gotta clean after he cooks, and he can't let things rot in the refrigerator. That seems reasonable, doesn't it?
It's been rainy and miserable the last few days.
Natasha has been getting a lot of compliments on her webpage lately. That makes me feel good. (I built it.) In computer-related news, I am closing my accounts at all the matchmaker/personals sites. And then I'm giving her my main mail password. An act-of-good-faith kindof thing. Also, I intend on posting increasingly more personal information on here. You may think it's nuts, but I find it very liberating. The world could use a heaping helping of honesty. Fuck "mystery". I wanna shuck my psyche like so much corn. I can do that.
I like what's underneath.