Print Story The train and I, we don't agree.
By celeriac (Wed Jan 26, 2005 at 12:32:55 PM EST) (all tags)
Firefox ate my diary. Shorter, snapper version. Many sentence fragments.

Train wrecks. Bad mood.

Last time I had this thought, I got 1/4 of the way to work only to be stopped by a freaking tree that fell down on the track. I had to go back and take the broken car (out of registration, failed smog, not worth fixing; just waiting for BAR to give me the approval to take it to a junker and collect my $500).

This morning, I woke up and noted the rain, so I went to Metrolink's website to double check the schedule. Refused connection. Odd. I google for it, and google gives me the schedule: 10 dead, hundreds injured. Clearly, there will be no Antelope Valley Line today. Death and destruction all round. The bike it is, then.

Where was breakfast? I know for a fact there was oatmeal in the cupboard last night. I couldn't sleep, so I ate some. This morning, it vanished without a trace. Nothing else resembling breakfast around.

I got my bonus today. It was underwhelming, as expected. Less than half my dental bill, after taxes. It also feels like dirty money. "We're going to have everyone set three personal goals, and encourage you all to put the blinders on and work on your own little piece and not question whether your piece makes sense, whether your skills are being applied, or whether the people who assign the pieces are directing us slowly, surely towards failure." Assholes. To devour the energies of brilliant people working for no money on a project they believe can make a difference.

Fuck this. I need, once again, a project. Something I can apply myself to. Perhaps one that can be accomplished with the help of another human being. I'm dying for some collaboration out here.

But sticking to a project is the main thing. I'm not a multi-tasker. When I have a notion, I pursue it. When I am interrupted, I often don't come back. I'm littered with the detritus of dead projects. This is a problem; it means I cannot treat something as a "day job." It gets my fire, or it turns it away.

I need a better book on information theory. Control theory. Re-learn the higher calculus and make it stick this time. Electronic design. Neurophysiology of music. A clean house. A house full of crazies. Someone to remind me that that thing I was thinking about last week, that's still worth doing. Those toys, they're still worth playing with.

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Well, by moonvine (2.00 / 0) #1 Wed Jan 26, 2005 at 12:42:02 PM EST
last october, when told that we bonused, although not by much, i thought I was left out of the loop, because I thought I hadn't recieved mine, I called payroll and badgered them for weeks about my red swingline, and we backtraked the whole thing and by November we found... drumroll... ahem,  only to find that I had indeed recieved bonus but it was so insignificant that I overlooked it and had already spent it- now that's underwhelming. Feel better?

Dude. by celeriac (2.00 / 0) #2 Wed Jan 26, 2005 at 01:35:10 PM EST
I did that with my tax refund a few years back.

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Pardon me, sir. by ti dave (2.00 / 0) #3 Wed Jan 26, 2005 at 09:44:03 PM EST
That's not how we address the ladies of this forum.

I don't care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do.
The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. --W.S. Burroughs

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Dude. by celeriac (4.00 / 1) #5 Thu Jan 27, 2005 at 09:31:36 AM EST
That's not an address, that's an interjection, ma'am.

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Sorry about the oatmeal by yami (2.00 / 0) #4 Thu Jan 27, 2005 at 05:05:15 AM EST
hungry too

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