Well it's been a hectic couple weeks. Let's see if I can recall the events in chronological order...
- I think my job title is officially "programmer", and I'm the low rung on the totem-pole. Maybe it's just a coincidence that my morale went through the floor after being reorganized into a defined pecking order.
- Ron, veteran IT worker at the tribune, died suddenly. I'm not quite sure what to say about it; we were neither friends nor enemies (most of the time). It will take some time to get used to having no one calling me a "dummycrat".
- I bought a car -- a 1998 Honda Civic LX (dark green). I won't bother finding a picture of it since they're all the same. Maybe I paid a little too much for it though. Although I'm an expert at kicking myself with regret after every major purchase, eventually I get over the buyer's remorse. Once a few of the kinks are worked out (like the "check engine" light that just came on today and the apparent oil leaks!), I hope to drive this car into the ground, as I'm so adept at doing. It has 88,000 miles on it now. I figure it's good for 400,000, or 20 years -- whichever comes first.
- It turns out cars are expensive. So far I've been shafted at the dealership, extremely shafted at the insurance office ($2,200 per year?! what?!), and shafted at the RMV ($50 title fee?!).
The good thing is that it's ok to get into an accident as long as I don't cause it. And since I don't have health insurance yet, I figure if I ever need medical help, I'll be driving my car constantly, waiting for a head-on collision and a ticket to healthcare! "That's right, doctor, I got appendicitis, myopia and a sore throat right when that SUV slammed into me!"
- I feel like quitting my job pretty much every day. Even the most patient person has limits to their patience. I haven't reached that limit yet because my job is marginally better than unemployment. But poverty is looking better all the time.
- I saw The Battle of Algiers last night. bad acting and dubbing, but overall, very good movie. go figure.
- While I was at the movie, my grandfather had to be taken to the hospital because he couldn't breath. How is chemotherapy supposed to cure you if it makes you weaker? I'm afraid he won't have the will to go through that for long.
I'd rather not think of that right now.
I'm sure I'm forgetting much of the past two weeks. The Repressitol pills are working well.
listening to: When Doves Cry by Prince(you read that correctly: When Doves Cry)