"I have to go to some BS charity for some knocked up teenage sluts"
The title for the last entry, "I can't teach...I'm a professor!", is once again from
Futurama. In this case "The Professor" character was returning to teach a semester at Mars University. Only he chose to title his class with something as complicated as possible so he didn't actually have to teach anyone. As he explained, he couldn't teach...he was a professor. What a great line. That's the thing about those Simpsons writers. They're really good at memorable one-liners. Maybe some of the episodes aren't that good (may or may not be) but in almost all cases you find a memorable one-liner. Now for someone like me who is fascinated by clever writing and how words can be manipulated in different orders to mean something subtly different I really pay attention to this.
Did you ever have one of those times where a random body part just starts bleeding for no apparent reason at an annoying time? Well in my case the body part is my fingernail, or rather the nail/skin surrounding the nail. All the way around the nail on the pointer finger of my right hand was starting to bleed. I don't know why. Either it's a lack of protein/vitamins, I have Ebola or maybe stress. Probably not stress though. The situation was a job interview. Didn't get to a bathroom to try and stop it either. Pffff. I don't think this has ever happened to me before. So why did it happen now of all times? I just don't know. Of course having essentially landed this job my laugh will be significantly different now. I mean I've been going to college every semester for an extremely long time now. And thanks to this job I may not be any more. I'm going to try and work it out so I can though. I still need to work on that MCSE after all. It'll be fun! I just hope it works into my schedule.
So here I am, so far as I know having a job as of tomorrow. And probably 40 hours a week. Ok this is a little embarrassing but I've never had a full time job like this. I did work one 8-hour day a week in one job. Actually that was illegal on a whole host of levels but I didn't have much choice. And since when does anyone in California's government actually follow a law anyway? Their's is to pick and choose however much or little they feel like following any particular law.
The job actually is the kind of job I've always wanted. At least I think it's the job I think I've always wanted. It's a tech support job at an ISP, writing trouble tickets, and answering the phone (with a headset!). I'm so excited. Why shouldn't I be excited? I'm starting a low-paying, full time dead-end tech support position in a semi-major city; like people do. Now sure some people wouldn’t be looking forward to this. But I am. Do I have low expectations of myself or something? Nahhh. I need experience ya see. So if I can swing I'd like to work there at least 12 to 18 months. Maybe I can get a better job after. At least I should hope so. Or maybe I'll get ahead at this job. Not sure how though really as there's not much room "for upward mobility". The existing people seem fairly happy though.
Ya see I remember my first job. I was in the broadcast control room at this low-budget college broadcast room. It's worse and lower budget that it sounds. Anyway even though it was about 15 hours a week and paid next to nothing I still took it as seriously as if I was a friggin CEO and paid a lot or something. This was my first job what did I know? I didn't even know I was doing anything particularly out of the ordinary by taking my low paid community college broadcast room job seriously. But I came to find out through other people that my immediate supervisor (in name only, she was very, very nice) actually though extremely highly of me and my apparent infatuation with taking a low paying no-matter temporary job at a community college so seriously. I really had absolutely no idea of this as like I said I thought I was doing a merely competent job at best on a good day never mind so incredibly high on a supervisor’s opinion.
Well that thing happened again. You know that one where I have something to write in a blog entry but by the time I sit down to actually write the blog entry I don't remember that thing I was going to write about. And I have to go to bed. So this is it for today. Man, my entries are getting shorter. You should ask for your money back...
