Saturday morning I'm off to Raleigh to visit friends. This is a social visit and also an expedition to seek out a suitable location for future inhabitation. The high concentration of jobs is kind of appealing to a techie twenty-something. Especially when the only real job prospects in my current location are with defense contractors.
On Thanksgiving day I'll be driving up to Chesapeake to spend the day with people with which I share significant quantities of genetic material. Should be fun. Or something.
I finally joined the local YMCA. Now that I'm not in school it was time to find a new place to work out. My money-grubbing alma mater wanted a monthly fee for the privilege of using their gym. After charging me $25k a year for tuition you'd think they could give me a friggin' gym pass. Savages.
Someone's gettin' fired at work. And it's happening tomorrow morning.
We find it's always better to fire people on a Friday. Studies have statistically shown that there's less chance of an incident if you do it at the end of the week. -- Bob
I've known this was coming for a while. I still don't know who, and I only found out when earlier this week. I've made a list of people who are most certainly not getting fired. The office is so small that I'm left with two possibilities. I would be happy to see either person gone, yet I feel bad about the timing. Both people have families and losing a job right before the holidays blows. I have to trust that they brought this upon themselves.
I declare the phrase “coming in out of the wilderness” as tired, overused and devoid of any real meaning. The Jews were in the wilderness. The Democrats were not in the wilderness. Trent Lott was not in the wilderness. Enough.
Time for sleep. I need to get my rest so I can watch the carnage in the morning. :-/
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