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2005-03-01 - 4:47 p.m.

My cute female Russian friend visited me at my cube today. “What’s new?” I asked.
“Nothings new, just getting some candy.”
“Oh, I’m going to a rock concert tonight, do you rock n roll?”
“I’m to old to ‘Rock and Roll’, I just want to sleep all day,” she said
“Time for a PTO day. Get a hotel room and sleep.”
“I’m thinking about it. I’m going back to my cube to keep quiet.”
That was a weird visit. Maybe she wanted me to take a PTO day with her at a hotel room. An affair with me would only stand to make her feel worse, though I would be flattered.

I have a meeting with the subject ‘Job Postings’ on Thursday. Thankfully, my entire team was invited, because it would freak me out if I were the only one invited. I worry that they will give us a deadline to find a new project. I worry that Thursday may be the deadline to find a new project. I can picture walking into the meeting room to find a bunch of moving boxes. My area leader will be there and instruct us to grab a severance package folder and a box, pack up your desk and have a nice life.

Probably more realistically we’ll be told to start pursuing job postings more aggressively because my bosses can’t guarantee how long they’ll be able to keep us in our current rolls. I’ve scrolled through the various postings a million times. Each posting wants someone like Einstein. You need 5 years of experience in tons of major fields. Unfortunately I have two years of experience in two unneeded development languages.

I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching about what I want to do for a living. Working for the man doesn’t seem like the path to happiness. When I was in college my aspirations involved getting a nice steady job with a middle-income salary and a solid benefits package. This kind of work isn’t going to change the solve world hungry, or bring peace in the Middle East. What it does is provide a safe environment for someone to raise children. I’m not ready for children. So why do I have a job for them? I need a job that involves challenges and problem solving involving real world issues.

What jobs are right for me? I’ve thought about becoming a Lawyer, Astronomer, Physicist, and Geneticist. I’ve also contemplated Real Estate maybe buying some rental properties and managing them. Writing and story telling is probably not my forte but writing for a living would be cool.

I’ve decided that Grad school would be my best option. Law school would be a bit much. I could go back to study the sciences. More specifically I would study Astronomy or Genetics as I have a great interest in these fields. However my safe side thinks getting an advanced business degree would be beneficial. Project management is a something I could excel in.

My days as an IT professional appear to be numbered. Unless of course I get on a project that is enjoyable or find another job that is more enjoyable. I enjoy writing programs and developing systems. Unfortunately the majority of the work is paper work. For every line of code there is ten lines of documentation. I figure that is about 9 lines to many. Plus I suck at kissing people with seniorities buts. I tend to give the facts without spin. I’ll jump onto another area’s side of a debate if they appear right. I stink at the water cooler conversations. “How was little Johnny’s soccer game? Oh you’ve done such a wonderful job raising your son. Of course with your superb genetics it must be a breeze.” I’d better stop before my nose starts to smell.

The worst part of the year is over. Today is March 1st and things can only get better from here. I’m going to start counting January and February as purgatory, limbo months since nothing important happens. My new years celebration will be on March 1st. I’m starting this tradition tonight by attending the Futureheads show at the double door.
“You thought that I was joking
When I said that you were a moron
When I said I was smiling
So you’d think that I was joking.”
Meanwhile, The Futureheads

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