March
16, 1999. Tuesday.
Well,
here I am at the place I call "work." Never a very fun place to be,
especially this early. There are only a few benefits that make the
job worth it. One, of course, is the pay. Can't work for nothing,
you know. Another benefit is the extremely speedy internet conection.
Well, for some reason or another, that isn't working right now. So
I thought I'd write a little something to pass the time. So here's
what's going on today...
I was
updating my Nouns that I Use Frequently page earlier
today. I wanted to add a few pictures of some of the people on the
list. But for some reason, only half of the files I brought on disc
were readable. Damn Windows. So i gotta get the rest tonight.
i did manage to get the pictures of James and Matt up though. I also
discovered that this computer has a copy of Adobe Photoshop. I was actually
looking for a free version of it all day yesterday. Oh joy...
Now i can doo all sorts of graphics stuff. the road to geeekdom keeps
getting shorter. But if I ever master HTML, I'll have a pretty marketable
skill, which I assume would prove valuable at some point. Maybe I
could even get a job. How 'bout that? Career ambitions? surely
ye jest. Well, if I could somehow manage to get some sort of job
where I could work at home at email all my stuff in, how great would that
be? I've always wanted to be a house-husband. I think i'd be perfectly
fine with that. I like daytime TV, I can cook, clean, water plants,
gossip. I'd be great. Now all i need to do is find the girl.
Someone who wouldn't mind supporting someone with little amibition and
less motivation. I guess that's not likely. Where have all
the traditional dames gone? Ah well...
So Bitchard
stopped by last night to get his Nintendo. I hadn't seen him for about
2 months, but it seemed like a lot longer caus last time i was kind outta
it. We hung out and wached the tube for a while, caught up on some
shit, and the like. Berry chatted for
a little while, discussed career stuff, commutes, and schedules.
Berry said she felt guilty that he lived on the same street as us and we
didn't see him very much. Well, technically it is the same road,
but it's a good few miles away.
Well,
things are working as they should be now for the most part. I was
just sitting around downstairts listening to conversation that i guess
was a job interview. They used lots of words like "status," "contract,"
"intel," "IT," "cadre," and other offical/technical office-type lingo.
They were talking about how long this guy's had his job. 8-9 years.
Can't really imagine that at this Point. I can't even imagine 8-9
months.
I can't fathom doing anything by the year. College was a little different,
because there were other activities besides work.
Now, it's work
work work. I think I'll cash in my 401k retirement plan later this
year. Then I'll just tell people that I'm retired. It'd be
pretty cool to have people ask me what I do and answer "Oh, I'm retired."
I mean, i cashed in my retirement plan, didn't I? Retired
at 23. Not too shabby. So i guess i have to find some way to keep
busy during my retirement. Maybe I'll get a job or something. I guess
i gotta pay the bills somehow. and maybe buy a house and a car or
something, all of which cost money. God, retirement's turning out
to be such a hassle. Maybe i'll just call it semi-retirement.
I'd just like to sit around and learn things. There's a bunch of
stuff that I want to learn. Especially about things around me. I
hate not knowing things. I wanna be able to navigate simply by using
the night sky. That's something i really wanna know. I think the
astronomy course i took in college was the most worthwhile class that i
took. It's really the only one that a think about on a regular basis, and
the only one that I wish i hadn't forgotten most if the information right
after the final. It'd just be nice to be able to look at things and
not think, "Hmmmm....I wonder..." Too bad i can't just get paid to
sit around and accumulate knowledge. It'd be cool if someone would hire
me as their personal, interactive encyclodpedia. They could even
make a little "shelf" for me in their house where i'd just hang out.
I think it's time to think about something else now.
Well,
nothing's coming to mind.
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