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By dev trash (Thu Feb 09, 2006 at 04:31:58 PM EST) boring, sex, stud (all tags)
Work.
Pandora.
Podcasts.
Weather.
Taxes.
Tires.
Lowes.
Stuff.


Picture this is if you will.  Client has a hard, can not be missed deadline.  Let's say it occurs in the very early part of 2nd quarter.  My boss's boss's response that things are geting very tight. "It's a deadline, just a number, don't worry about it."  Which it turns out may be the best thing to do as I guess the hardware for the software we are building has not even been purchased.  And might not even get installed until after the deadline.  I asked for an export of some data from the client.  They couldn't get it to export so they just sent me a screenshot of the data.

My 90 days are almost up.  I emailed HR to see what forms I'd need to fill out for the 401k.  She sends a booklet over.  I read that deductions won't start until the first of the month after my 90 day period.  So I email to get a confirmation, since the booklet was a few years old.  Her reply: "You 401k takes effect after your 90 days probation."  Argh.  Am I talking to a human? 

This Pandora thing seems okay.  Music Genome Project.  I like last.fm better.  Man I cant wait til Web 3.0 comes.  Think of all the cool shit we'll have.

NPR Most Emailed Story and NPR Story of the Day are BOTH the fucking same thing.  Why have two podcasts? And can they name the url something meaningful, so when I go to edit out the repeat entry from bashpodder I don't have to guess?  I hate guessing.

Accuweather is predicting a MAJOR snow event this weekend.  WeatherUnderground is still unsure, and the comments from people about Accuweather are hilarious.  People in the know really don't like a Accuweather.  They're loved in State College though.

I was going to go to my parents and do their taxes this weekend but it looks like I won't.  I hate travelling in the snow.  They're anxious to get them done.  Maybe next weekend.  I could technically wait til I go home for Easter, but that's cutting it too close.

My left front tire must have a slow leak.  I had to put air in it, I last put air in it when I was home last, 4 weeks ago.  All the other tires were fine.  It cost me 75 cents to put air in the tire too.  Holy shit.  Air was free back home.  And HR told me this was an area with a low cost of living.  Let me see.  Toll roads.  Higher taxes.  Gas is 5-7 cents more expensive.  Buying a house is out of the question for at least 5 years.  If I'm here that long.  We'll see how good they are with raises.

And their is nothing in this area.  A Wal-mart.  Small and crappy.  No fast food places in the town where I work.  The plans to build a Lowe's near my apartment were rejected.  Too much traffic.  Closest place for anything is 25 miles away in Allentown.  There is a movie theatre near my apartmen, and it plays current films.  But I just noticed it's only open Monday thru Thursday.  WTF. 

I've not met anyone new, except for the 5 people in my department.  Well I did meet my across the street neighbor, he's an IT guy.  Also when I helped moved the dead guy I met another neighbor, but he's a plumber and seems weird to me.  So.  And when I mean there is nothing to do around here I'm serious.  Coworkers.  Potential leads on meeting people.  Well.  R, lives 45 minutes away. R2, works a second job and has a gf he's dedicated to.  R3, doesn't seem to be the sociable type at all.  R4, more of the same.  Every Thursday a few of them go out for wings.  No invite since I've been there.

And yesterday I got a postcard for $3 off a haircut at the place I used to go to.  Courtney.  I found a place here and boy that stylist is no Courtney.  She ran the clippers thru my hair so fats she pulled my hair at least 4 times.  She didn't ask if I wanted my eyebrows trimmed.  She didn't chat at all.  She pushed my head down twice because she was short and I was too tall.  She didn't ask if I could scoot down or anything she just shoved.  Aside from yesterday and when I got my hair cut, I haven't thought about Courtney at all.  I guess I was being an idiot.  She never was interested.  She was just looking to get a decent tip. I guess that's life.  Get while the getting is good.

I have unlimited long distance and no one to call.

Anyway.  I should get to bed.  Have a good one.

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Call 411 [nt] by debacle (4.00 / 4) #1 Thu Feb 09, 2006 at 05:02:24 PM EST


IF YOU HAVE TWO FIRLES THOROWNF MONEY ART SUOCIDE GIRLS STRIPPER HPW CAN YPUS :OSE?!?!?!?(elcevisides).

ha by dev trash (2.00 / 0) #6 Fri Feb 10, 2006 at 06:47:04 PM EST
no

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I had a housemate who worked at Accuweather by georgeha (2.00 / 0) #2 Fri Feb 10, 2006 at 04:06:54 AM EST
his Radian was the first bike I ever rode, I rode it around the block ( we lived in the West College area, a block from two distributors and the golf courses).

A 12 volt inflator will cost about $10, well worth carrying in your car.


yeah by dev trash (2.00 / 0) #4 Fri Feb 10, 2006 at 06:38:26 PM EST
If the tire continues to go flat, I'll just replace it.

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Why are you waiting for an invite? by calla (4.00 / 1) #3 Fri Feb 10, 2006 at 11:59:03 AM EST
Find out where they go for wings and just show up. I'm sure nobody else going was invited.



not my style. by dev trash (4.00 / 1) #5 Fri Feb 10, 2006 at 06:45:18 PM EST
I get the subtlties.  They at least invite me to do the Friday Chinese.

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