Feb. 7th, 2002

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so. rant rant rant.
got laid off at four yesterday afternoon. well, not really. i got an email saying "come talk to me at the end of the day today" at four yesterday afternoon. apparently the economy still sucks and i'm not doing my part. so i'm on Day One of my two weeks' notice.
yeah. go me. the last job i was able to keep for more than a year was working at A&W. well, plus part-timing at kroll, but that doesn't really count.
it's hard not to be bitter. it's also hard not to be pissed off at myself. i mean, i _knew_ my work was suffering, and i didn't kick myself in the head hard enough.
on the bright side, this means i'll actually have time to write to the people who have messages mouldering in my inbox. jonathan and steph, i haven't forgotten you, i just haven't had anything positive to say lately. obviously i still don't have anything positive to say, but i'll have more time to spin it, and to maybe come up with topics less depressing.
it's times like this that i really feel the lack of close friends. you know how many close friends i have in bleaksburg? ONE. you know how many close friends i have in general? three or four, maybe, scattered to the ends of the country. plus a handful of people i actively enjoy spending time with and would go out of my way for, and a bunch of people i hang out with because i have nothing better to do. (if you're reading this, chances are you fall into the handful, because simply by virtue of having taking this much of an interest in my life you've probably worked your way into it.) i obviously take all the blame for this state of affairs, since i haven't exactly gone out of my way to cultivate friendships, but it's depressing nonetheless. whatever. you're an adult now, everyone is alone, make the best of it.
i didn't really like this job that much anyway. if i keep telling myself that, it'll become true.
and to top it all off, bleaksburg weather is still pathetic. snow and/or freezing rain for much of last night, but i walk out the door this morning and it's no colder than 45, probably in the 50s. bah.
so what now? i hate bleaksburg, but i'd likely hate anyplace else just as much. it's all in where i can find a job now, i guess. so i send resumes to the dozen or so software companies around here, and then retail, here i come.

heh. all mp3 players know the secret of comedy. david bowie, "Battle For Britain (The Letter)".
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Not that I expect anyone but me to care, but it'll be intriguing to look back on later.

7:15 Arrive at work early, because I couldn't get back to sleep. Talk with Adam a bit.
8:15 Rant composed and posted, major websites hit. Time to do work.
8:30 I've printed up the first chapter (of three) that I'm revising and handed it to Donna to see what she has to say about how it flows. I'm feeling pretty good about it.
9:15 Donna, having read the first two pages, decides that they need to be mostly redone, and some of the information that we decided was happy where it is isn't actually happy there and needs to go elsewhere. She also seems to want information that's peripherally connected with the topic mentioned repeatedly for marketing purposes. On the bright side, she seems to care at least peripherally about usability. (Amusingly enough, she seems to believe that if I mention that there are usability problems with the dialog, people will fall all over themselves to fix it. Any other day and I'd be laughing.)
10:30 While trying to figure out a feature, I have been distracted by an odd bug. In attempting to track it down, I have discovered the potential for many more. Unfortunately, there's no time to test for them, since Testing Is Crap.
10:45 Go to class.
12:30 I come back from class to discover that old coder's dodge: It's Not A Bug, It's A Feature. A waste of fifteen minutes. Figures. Whatever, it's lunchtime.
12:45 Lunchtime is over. Back on your heads.
2:30 Various things that were written in the manual are discovered to be Wrong.
3:30 Sent a copy of the first chapter off to LizAnn (who's not here) for her to read. Maybe she can get further than two bloody pages into it.
4:00 Liz says she'll have it marked up for tomorrow.
4:30 I have lost all motivation.
4:45 Hell with this. I'll putter around for another fifteen minutes and go home early.

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