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What I wouldn't do

Boyyyyy, does my face hurt. Ed arrived about a week and a half ago, taking up residence in the downstairs portion of my room in my Dad's house. I am acutely aware of the room's status as parent-owned, and it annoys me more and more every day. I want out, as I've wanted out for the past uncertain length of time. In the interest of getting out, I've been getting jobs. Not actually completing the sequence of 'getting', but beginning the process, at least. We've been to Hi-tech job fairs and contract-selling IT-people-hunting conglomerates. I've been awakened by unfamiliar people ringing my phone at least 6 times in the last two weeks. It leaves no time for the usual tricks, and all the late night web browsing has been discontinued. DISCONTINUED! I'm not discontinued, though. I just have little time, and I have Ed trying to sleep right in front of my computer here, discouraging me from keying in whatever I may be thinking. Why does my face hurt? Because I accidentally left my bottle of painkillers at home when we went out to talk to a couple of consulting corps today, and my teeth chose this day to hurt again. It's been a while since I had to worry about one of my molars splintering mid-bite. I suppose that would give my daily bread some extra texture, along with a dash of zesty human blood flavor. I wonder if it would hurt enough to make me react.

Anyway, Ed's done with his second shower for the day, and I just told him to quit reading over my shoulder. But he's doing it again. "Third shower?!! That was my second." Okay, I rewrote it to say second. This will teach you to read over my shoulder. He's making very bad techno. I hate it when people read over my shoulder. It's worse when I'm reading. I don't want to be monitored. Bleah. Benevolent guiding hand of society or no. Baha, I don't actually mean it in a big-brother sense. I guess I just hate it that someone can trace my train of thought along the page. Perhaps the next time I'm flying somewhere and the guy next to me is clearly reading my book, I will start turning the pages backwards. I can read that way, too. Eh, sometimes I prefer it, when dealing with tutorial texts, since most of the useful stuff is in the back, and then you can mop up whatever you aren't totally clear on when you get back to the beginning. Really, it's easier to pick up basic concepts when you have some idea on what manner they will typically be used in.

When I have my own house, I'll have much more time to think, and an occassional quiet moment to write something down in. Right now, I'm just filling in the time between the last interview and dinner at Poho. Tara's cooking. She's a good cook, obviously has years of experience. ("Years of experience" gets trapped by my brain while scanning this text. "How many required?") Incidentally, something funny is going on with Tara, she's been a lot friendlier in recent days. usually she's pretty grouchy and reclusive. Most likely (there's that string again) she got a new man. She has that same look that tiffany had on my last day of work at GST. The "happier than current situation warrents" look.

While searching for jobs, all my web-design and writing experience was lost in a sea of mediocre webmasturs applying for website maintenance jobs. The single skill I have that sets me apart is experience with SQL. Who would have thought? It's the most boring, easy goddamn skill I have. the recruiters all perk up at the sound of "SQL knowledgable", though, so I installed Oracle7 on poor little nerve and am now running tha phat oracle RDBMS as I type. Awwww yeah. Ice Ice DB. Anyway. I never thought that the stupid GBSD project would make me more economically viable. Me and Ed have been discussing it, and it seems to be common knowledge that being a Database Administrator will drive one past sanity in about 2 years. It is also a commonly held opinion amongst the DBA elite that anyone who doesn't have at least 2 years of Oracle experience "doesn't know what they're doing". Ed has noted that those in the profession tend to be total buffoons up until the 2 year mark, at which point they suddenly become more in touch with the systems they work on than the regular administrators do. I'm sort of looking forward to a time when I have to SELECT * FROM my_own_brain WHERE current_idea IN ('relevant', 'silly', 'useful') ORDER BY attention_required DESC