monster sarcasm rally

The vampire thing was a little weird, she said

Space cowboys are so five years ago. And a (wannabe) vampire got slayed slain slayered? Mal Caleb Castle even dropped the B-word*.

*That'd be Buffy, for those of you not in the know.

Almost there

Indeed, I e-mailed the agency tonight and let them know I would be pleased to accept the contract. Monday morning I will do the actual quitting thing. I'd do it tomorrow, but I'm off this week and don't feel like going all the way in to the office.

Not what my dad would do

Hmm... So, it looks like I might quit my job of six years to take a three-month contract. Did I mention the contract doesn't pay as well as my current job?

Two thoughts

1. If I got a job where I didn't have to start until nine everyday, I could stay up until 11:00 every night. If I started at eight o'clock even...

2. Dogs, as it turns out, do not like bathroom renovations so much.

Impatiently waiting

I'm pretty sure time has slowed down to the point where it is actually going backwards.

More Dollstar Galactica Slayer

Three things from tonight's Dollhouse...

1. Now with even more Saul Tigh, or Two-Eyed Tigh as I feel inclined to call him...
2. The Boy Named Fran said 'man reaction' again.
3. And how much did Kiki's dance make you think of Angel at Cordelia's party? 
4. Okay, I lied. Four. I'm beginning to wonder when Adama will make an appearance as a Dirty Old Man Dollhouse patron. With the Adamastache. Maybe we should make a petition.

Sometimes good things happen too

Guess who managed to rock a job interview during a fire drill!

No, not like, in the fire drill. I mean, it was during the drill, but not in the same building. I ducked out for a 'coffee', and went to the interview. 15 minutes later, the alarm bell sounded. I showed up at the designated meeting point down the road around the same time everybody else did. Nobody even noticed I'd been gone.

And, yes, I rocked that interview. Like a rock star... A finance/technology/genius rock star.

Now if only I can make as good an impression on the company as well as I did on the agency...

All I have to say...

Suck suck sucky suck. Stupid me. Stupid companies. Stupid managers. Stupid work. Stupid can't-talk-about it work...

Update...
I'm smart. Really. I'm not bragging, just stating a fact. But I'm also dumb.

I'm tired of understanding all the numbers and how they all fit together, and yet needing to have the basics of human dynamics explained on a regular basis. I'm tired of intuitively spotting the relationships and patterns in huge data sets, but being baffled by relationships between people.

I'm sick of always forgetting that the very worst thing I can do is treat people the way I want to be treated. How come that wasn't in the Gospels, huh? Do unto others as you would have done unto you — unless of course you're a freak.

Look, up at the top there. See what it says? Highly intelligent... Socially retarded. I'm thinking of having that tattooed on my forehead as a warning.

It's a secret

Dear Diary,

I wish I could tell you about the things happening at work.

But I can't.

Sars