I am so disappointed tonight. We have no snow right now, at all. I really shouldn’t be disappointed, no one said there would be any accumulation. I did, however, expect it to be snowing. You know, falling from the sky.
We had a few errands to run today. We saw sleet and a few flakes, but it was all over in 15 minutes. If I am going to have to endure temperatures of 10 – 40 degrees for a week, I expect snow. I guess it’s good it didn’t snow earlier because we had a lot to get done.
We ran a copy of Gidget’s new brochure over to Staples to have 100 copies printed. The kid working in the print center was a genius and helped her make some changes that look absolutely fantastic. He spent a lot of time working with her to make it right, and after printing the 100 copies, we found out the cost was almost double what we were expecting. It was our fault I guess for not asking about the price before he started the final print.
After our run to Staples, I took my mom to Target for the coffee she likes to drink. It’s one of those International Foods flavors and there isn’t a store in our area that carries it. None. The closest store that carries it is 45 miles away, and she doesn’t like making that drive, so I took her.
As we arrived back in town the sleet started again and I got my hopes up. That was stupid.
The week ended just as busy as it started. You’d think that someone who found out they were unemployed would have a few more minutes during the day, but I didn’t. It seemed the more I tried to get done, the less time I had to finish it. It’s weird how that works.
The biggest shock of the week came when the now former employer called me to mention that he would like me to finish some parts of the project. In the 24 hours that passed since he told me I was no longer “employee material”, he must have realized that the foreigner he hired to replace me couldn’t complete it after all. The drawback, and straw that broke the camel’s back, was his insistence that upon completion of my portion of the project, I still wouldn’t be “employee material”.
Thats like saying, “Whoops, I need you to finish this work, but you’re still fired when you’re done”. I don’t think so. He mentioned making my position a contract position (no regular pay, no benefits, no chance in hell I would do it), but I didn’t hear another word all week.
I’m glad I didn’t fall for his diabolical plan, because my paycheck did not arrive as expected on payday.
When I said I thought the weekend was busy, I had no idea what busy was. After the past two days, I now know what busy is. It all started on Monday when I learned that the company I have devoted the past ten years to working countless hours for has decided that I am no longer “employee” material.
I first contracted with them in 1998 when our oldest son was just three months old. I was put in charge of developing a new company website and creating a new vehicle tracking website for one of the nation’s major shipping companies. The result of that project led to the purchase of our company and my wife and I were hired full time in December of 2000.
While I enjoyed the benefit of working from home, it also meant I was available 24 hours a day. When the servers went down, I was the one they called. When the president of the company went to Europe to sell a system, I was the one working at 3am to make sure things went smooth during the demo.
My wife was “laid-off” in February of 2001, yes, just three months after we were hired full time, and my pay was cut by 50 percent in an effort to “save the company” after the September 11th attack.
What a weekend. I can’t believe it’s Sunday night already. I have been out of it all weekend but I finally caught up.
Over the course of the past two weeks I have been “catching up” with the television series, “24”. Truth be told, I had never seen an episode before two weeks ago. My mom has the entire collection on DVD and started loaning them to me so I could catch up in time to follow along with season 7 as it transpires.
I overslept Friday night and didn’t get up until after noon on Saturday. I had a million things to take care of, but this sinus infection has been knocking me (and the entire family) on our butts. I started season 4 last night and watched it while I was working on some code for the day job.
Tonight, I will finish up season 4 and my mom will come over tomorrow with seasons 5 and 6. I should be all caught up by next Monday night. Don’t worry, I recorded the season premiere tonight and will record the second half tomorrow night as well. I should be caught up in time for next Monday’s episode.
But that’s not all that happened this weekend.
My newly repaired MacBook has been back in my hands for 48 hours and I couldn’t be happier. They fixed the fan, as expected, since the old one exploded inside the case it’s not like they could use that one.
I really like the MacBook. As a longtime Windows user I find it much easier to use for coding, surfing, sending email, and much more. In fact, since I got it, I have done all of my web development and coding projects on the MacBook.
When it comes to using the MacBook, I am not sure exactly what I like most about it. The keyboard is completely different than any other keyboard I have used, and it just feels more natural when I am typing on it. The screen is glossy and seems much clearer than any previous laptop I have used, and the battery lasts a lot longer too.
Some people are plain crazy in their head. Seriously. There are some seriously ill folks out there who need help. Their perception of reality is so skewed they really should be in therapy. Serious therapy.
I’ve worked at an ice-cream shop, a convenience store, a county jail, and with engineers and programmers. Never in my life have I ever heard anyone more crazy than the people in the following article.
Many people like to stop and play with newborn babies, but now some adult women are playing house with fake babies.
Some women are even going as far as taking day trips with the fake babies to the park, out to eat, and even hosting birthday parties for them.
Forty-nine-year-old Linda is married with no children of her own. Now, she says she feels like a mother because she has Reborns — dolls made to look and feel like the real thing.
“It’s not a crazy habit, like, you know, drinking, or some sort of, something that’s going to hurt you. It’s like a hobby.and it doesn’t really hurt anybody,” Linda said.
Are they kidding? This is just a crazy habit? That’s not the half of it. Wait until you read the rest of the story. Continue reading