It's a strange feeling to know I'm doing something useful. Last week I found out that a national-level working group in my industry is using a program I wrote to validate their work and check for errors. Very weird and somewhat terrifying.
On the bright side, should I get fired or can't stand this place anymore, now I've got a foot in the door with most any other company that does this sort of work.
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October 2009
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"Ten years ago, a crack commando unit was sent to prison by an Imperial court for a crime they didn't commit. These people promptly escaped from a maximum security penal colony to the Spinward Marches underground. Today, still wanted by the Imperium, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire... A few days ago I was sitting in a resturaunt near the office eating lunch, and overheard some guys at the table discussing how to cheat on a test. This time for fun. Bayou Wars is this weekend. It should be interesting. I don't like to go do stuff by myself. Stupid snow, with its not waiting for me to get home before starting up. So now, 4 hours from the end of my 13 hour drive, I'm in a hotel in Oklahoma City waiting the storm out. Note there is a difference between "to" and "into". I forgot that around here, "Opens at 8am" actually means "Opens maybe before noon, if you're lucky." Or at least, a hole in my mouth, where a tooth used to be. Been having occasional toothaches for a while now, but this past week they've become almost unbearably painful. Went to the dentist today, who said "Yep, that wisdom tooth has to come out" and sent me to an oral surgeon. Oral surgeon took it out. It's very disconcerting when the doctor says "Just a minute, I need to get an assistant and a pair of pliers." But, it came out with no problem ("Easiest tooth I've pulled all day," which makes me feel sorry for the people who needed more than an assistant and pliers) and now, 6 hours afterward, the local has worn off and there is just a very mild ache. Finally, after six months of nothing, I'm gaming again. A friend is running a game of Paranoia XP every other Monday via IRC. Last session left off with a grenade about to detonate; the GM has since said that we probably will all be going to our second clones next session. This meme is either the best thing to happen to Career Cruising, or the worst. |