Yeah, I have a problem

Yeah, I have a problem
Originally uploaded by MidBlueMac.

Listening to: International Date LIne, Ladytron


And these aren't all of them. Not by a long shot. These aren't even the three or four I carry in my bag. I have a lip gloss problem. Shiny, sparkly, flavored, wine, pink, occasionally red or purple, I have a weakness for them all.
Its like the NEXT lipgloss I see, perched fetchingly on a shelf in its fresh pink packaging, will be the Holy Grail of lipglosses, and I can forsake the other fifty in approximately the same color and texture.

Other than sorting my drawers (thats what prompted the lipgloss navel-gazing) I've got other things on at present. I'll probaly defer my postgrad stuff indefinitely after I finish the current subject. I took it on because I wasn't sure what to do, and now I've got a few projects on I'm really interested in I just don't have the time.
I have a few more website projects that need attention, and my main site of course.
There are other courses that interest me more, too. But they'll need to wait until I do something about work, either do something part-time, or get a shorter commute, or God knows, take a course I'm actually interested in, because the upload is a lot slower on business speak waffle than it is on geek stuff.

The shrew and karma

Watching 'Airline' as Joanna the 'journalist' in the trashy red
leather coat throws a tanty about the flight she missed. No,
sweetheart, nobody is going to be flexible. Nobody is going to break
flight regulations or displace somebody else on a plane just to fit
your over-privileged arse. Know why? Look in the mirror.
I guess her bratty behaviour is really hitting a nerve because there
seems to be so very many people who were never taught that
tantrums are not cool after two years old or so. Other people must
just keep letting them get away with it.
Do us all a favor, if you have an encounter with the lawyer who
needs to grow the fuck up or the whining consultant who keeps
quoting his hourly rate, if you're not going to get fired for
telling them to pull their head in, please do it? For the sake of those
who would get fired?
It takes a village to raise a child, after all.

Goals

Here’s a few little goals I have in mind for the next few months…

 

1)       Pay of my debts, so if I want to start a biz, move to London, open a funky café, etc we’re more agile and can do it

2)       Grow my hair.

3)       Lose the *remaining* 5 kg  (15 melts off like butter, the last few are a bitch though)

4)       Remember current gig is a means to an end, so remember to treat it like a particularly brutal SSL/PKI course.

5)       Don’t stop studying new tech

6)       Take some certification exams, dammit.

7)        Don’t overspend over Xmas

8)       Sock away some money for my Intel Powerbook

9)    Don’t kill anybody before I get a better job

Public Service Announcement

On behalf of all CS reps, everywhere,

If you are a contractor, or other generic humanoid carbon unit who is hired to maintain a server running, say, MongyServer Pro (don’t take that literally, I know some of you do have problems with abstraction. This is for all servers wearing hats, servers named after fruit, servers made of glass, and Blue servers among others) please understand you may one day have to crack a book or  manpage about MongyServer Pro.

Any server, no matter how lickable the interface, requires an understanding of Where the server keeps its Important Bits, and where you might need to start looking in the event of Bad Things Happening.

This goes double if you’re actually working for MongySoft, ok?

Divas and heat

In the space of about three days, the weather has turned from ‘chilly’ to ‘I need a beer and air-conditioning, stat’. 

The streets teem with people. This is something I don’t quite understand. I don’t mean in comparison to *yesterday*, which was quite busy anyway thank you very much (I think we were so popular because nobody else in Melbourne was picking up the phone). I mean there are cars and people everywhere, normally quiet streets are full of cars, and I had to wait for tram #2 this morning. Tram #1 was completely packed except for that dead space in the middle of the tram into which the sheeple are terrified to step. Could have barged through but I had time to spare. Besides, tram #2 was empty enough that I didn’t have to concern myself with some commuting Melburnians’ shaky grasp of the concept of deodorant.

Don’t know where the hell the extra people are from, they can’t all be tourists.

I did some damage on the iTunes AU music store last night. The bloke knew I’d had a real horse-cookie of a day so he greeted we with food, iced tea, Body Shop swag, and an iTunes music voucher. I got the new NIN album while I tried to get an assignment in on time (Hmm. NIN, Uni, unbearable stifling heat, I must be 22 again!).

Yesterday was perfect café weather, today the f-ing thermostat is set way too high. I won’t even discuss co-werkers who didn’t turn on the airconditioning until 9:15-ish.

Day’s not over yet and I’m already fairly snippy. But then again, most of these people calling up haven’t learned anything when I walked them through everything the first time yesterday.