Aug. 1st, 2001

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Just when things were getting normal...

My freelance job wanted me to finish before they left town.

Can you have it done by the weekend? Sure!

We're leaving Friday, can you have it done by Thursday? Um... ok.

There is a ton of stuff to do Thursday afternoon. Can we meet Tuesday morning? Gulp... ok.

I got a call from a recruiter yesterday when I was out. Returned it today. Obviously I won't get the job. Mr. Recruiter-Man is a moron. He doesn't remember anything from yesterday. He says he was looking at my resume "an hour ago" but can't find it on his desk (sounds of shuffling papers). He sounds as organized as a tornado.

The job I really want is a sysadmin at Georgia Tech, the school that spawned me. Unfortunately, due to the several levels of red tape I may not be able to wait that long. The job market sucks, and I can't even seem to get a bookstore McJob. A friend emailed me the perfect job today. Problem? It involves moving to Ft. Lauderdale. And I just signed a lease last month...
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I am up far past my bedtime...

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