random observations
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solipsistnation2 gin + 1 vermouth = a semi-bogus martini, unless you do it like this, and then it's kind of very weird booze and gets you tanked like you would not believe. I guess the next barware purchase should be a shaker or something. And maybe some ice cube trays.
I miss people. Every so often, it hits me-- I live in California now. That's not really a big thing. Then I think, "I can't just walk down to the Bean Counter," and there it is, big and scary. Like the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, when Arthur Dent realizes that the McDonald's hamburger is gone, and totally breaks down. I can think, Gosh, I no longer work at WPI, and it's a relief, but when I realize that I can't head off to Ed Nyder's and pick up a pint of baba gannouj, I get really sad.
I miss people. Jer, Zoner, you guys. There's a whole world of Akira Kurosawa and Toshiro Mifune that we have yet to experience. Ninja Night was the best idea I ever had, and I wish I'd had it before Nik headed off to CA for the first time, so it could have gone on for longer before we took off for the West Coast.
I have a new job. Some of the co-workers are astonishingly cool and I look forward to working with them and even hanging out outside of work. We talked about comics and stuff, which is always a good sign. Some of my co-workers are, well, not so much. And I have a terrible feeling that I'm going to be spending my evenings with a taciturn Chinese fellow who has been working swing shift alone for the past 3 years. At least the pay is good. And maybe he won't mind it if I hook up some speakers and go to town in the evenings. I guess I'll find out.
House is kind of like Berton Roueche Lite. The House writers have totally cribbed off of at least two Roueche articles so far (anthrax and "The Man Who Grew Two Breasts"). I bet there are more to come, since Roueche is the total medical mystery guy.
I am kind of depressed. Not really a surprise, I guess.
The thing about this job is that for once, this is a job I got totally on my own. No WPI connection, no people I know, no connections at all-- just me and my resume and some interviews. This is MY job, and I am beholden to no one for it. I am always indebted to the people who got me the jobs that gave me the resume that got me this one, but as far as this job in particular goes, this one is all me. I did the interview with people who know nobody I know, and I made it through the reference checks and the scary background checks on my own. This is MY job. I don't think I've ever had a job that I got entirely on my own.
I have a simple route to follow to get from the temporary apartment to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stophittinyrslf's job to my job. Well, okay. I have MANY simple routes to follow. I have managed to take wrong turns at least once daily since I started on the 3-stop route (that is, since I started having a job myself). This makes the commute much more lengthy and frustrating than it should be. I suppose that will sort itself out as I build the maps in my head.
I am tired of the temporary housing. I would like to have an actual place to live that isn't a glorified hotel room. This place is nice, except that it's tiny and annoying and not my home. All my STUFF is in storage. I need my stuff. I like stuff. My home is outlined by stuff.
It's not about mercy. It's not about tears any more.
I miss people. Every so often, it hits me-- I live in California now. That's not really a big thing. Then I think, "I can't just walk down to the Bean Counter," and there it is, big and scary. Like the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, when Arthur Dent realizes that the McDonald's hamburger is gone, and totally breaks down. I can think, Gosh, I no longer work at WPI, and it's a relief, but when I realize that I can't head off to Ed Nyder's and pick up a pint of baba gannouj, I get really sad.
I miss people. Jer, Zoner, you guys. There's a whole world of Akira Kurosawa and Toshiro Mifune that we have yet to experience. Ninja Night was the best idea I ever had, and I wish I'd had it before Nik headed off to CA for the first time, so it could have gone on for longer before we took off for the West Coast.
I have a new job. Some of the co-workers are astonishingly cool and I look forward to working with them and even hanging out outside of work. We talked about comics and stuff, which is always a good sign. Some of my co-workers are, well, not so much. And I have a terrible feeling that I'm going to be spending my evenings with a taciturn Chinese fellow who has been working swing shift alone for the past 3 years. At least the pay is good. And maybe he won't mind it if I hook up some speakers and go to town in the evenings. I guess I'll find out.
House is kind of like Berton Roueche Lite. The House writers have totally cribbed off of at least two Roueche articles so far (anthrax and "The Man Who Grew Two Breasts"). I bet there are more to come, since Roueche is the total medical mystery guy.
I am kind of depressed. Not really a surprise, I guess.
The thing about this job is that for once, this is a job I got totally on my own. No WPI connection, no people I know, no connections at all-- just me and my resume and some interviews. This is MY job, and I am beholden to no one for it. I am always indebted to the people who got me the jobs that gave me the resume that got me this one, but as far as this job in particular goes, this one is all me. I did the interview with people who know nobody I know, and I made it through the reference checks and the scary background checks on my own. This is MY job. I don't think I've ever had a job that I got entirely on my own.
I have a simple route to follow to get from the temporary apartment to
stophittinyrslf's job to my job. Well, okay. I have MANY simple routes to follow. I have managed to take wrong turns at least once daily since I started on the 3-stop route (that is, since I started having a job myself). This makes the commute much more lengthy and frustrating than it should be. I suppose that will sort itself out as I build the maps in my head. I am tired of the temporary housing. I would like to have an actual place to live that isn't a glorified hotel room. This place is nice, except that it's tiny and annoying and not my home. All my STUFF is in storage. I need my stuff. I like stuff. My home is outlined by stuff.
It's not about mercy. It's not about tears any more.
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Date: 2007-07-12 05:59 am (UTC)I miss you guys - and you're right. Ninja night was a fantastic idea, and I wish we'd started doing it earlier.
You'll be out of the temporary housing soon enough. It is frustrating to have all your stuff locked away.
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Date: 2007-07-12 11:31 am (UTC)if you can find it,
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Date: 2007-07-12 06:16 am (UTC)the one lone consolation for me in my separation from my west coast friends and family is my on line link... separation with hand written letters was much much more challenging... you know... back in the Olden Days :)
anti v
Aww...
Date: 2007-07-13 01:25 am (UTC)