Who knew?
Well I'm nearing the end of my Master's degree and I've come to the realization that despite all my bitching, I've really hit a high point in my professional life. Right now I writing this while sitting in a switch room at a campus department. I'm monitoring all the outgoing internet traffic for one of my last classes. For some reason I find this very exhilirating. A mix of Cyber-voyeurism and Cyber-sleuthing. [Did I mention that I'm a huge nerd?] From this vantage point I can pretty much tell what kind of crap is really going on at work. I see it when people go to check out movie trailers or read the Washington Post. Its a god-like view for sure. This morning somebody was blowing the network out, so I found out the MAC address and sent it on to the network manager for identification. I don't think anything criminal was happening, but its still cool to blow the whistle.

Yesterday my boss was at some leadership workshop so our company website was unceremonously dumped in my lap. I had to publish a story on the front page, and add some news links on several pages by the end of the day. I managed to get it all done and I think it turned out pretty well. I was proud of my effort and it was a hell of a rush. For the first time ever I was responsible for an organization's online content. I didn't orginate the story or the pictures, but I created the presentation of them. Cool.

So all in all, although I've doubted my decision to get my Master's in Information Science I seem to have come a long way in accomplishing my goal of becoming tech-employable.

Now I just need to hit the Lotto..

El Jefe

So I'm sitting here with my laptop, coked to the gills, trying to get a paper done. Yeah its about 12:15 and the thought of going to bed has crossed my mind more than once this evening. I lean back, stretch, and wonder what the fuck a guys gotta do to catch some winks in this messed up collegiate world when my eye is caught by something shiny.

My flask...
Gee haven't messed with that in a while.
It's so beautiful..

Unscrew the cap and whaddya know, Christmas has come early this year. A little Scotch still resides in my silver life-negotiating aide. A nip reminds me that I haven't had a good belt in a while which makes me sad. Another makes me turn on Cartoon channel to watch Aqua Teen Hunger Force.

Problem solved

Feck yah...

Blah, blah blah
I'm sitting in the last class period of one of my classes and I am struggling to listen to what's being said. It's a networking class which isn't a cup of tea to begin with. During the last hour I've written a few emails, eye balled my shitty schedule, and goofed off. In a moment of flippantry I even emailed my neighbor inquiring as to what the fuck the guy in front of us was talking about. Its a sad testement that my friend bolted class before he even received said email. I find the fact that I've persevered more depressing than heartening. This sucks.

Why you ask?

I'm done. Thesis in. The only thing that's holding me back from telling a select group of people to fuck off is the nauseating prospect of failing a course. I need out. I'm almost there. This weekend I unadvisedly slacked off completely. Didn't even open my laptop or crack a book. It was freaking great.

In a couple of days I'll have only one thing to say to drool-harvesting textbooks, brain-deadening pdfs, group projects, group members, and dumbass assignments....

Fuck you

Peace out



Love ya, don't go changing

El Jefe

Got into the office today after a week off to find a nice Easter basket filled with candy on my desk. El Jefe found this gift oddly touching. Usually I leave such sentimentality to others, but I suppose the fact that this was the first time I've spent Easter alone left me a bit morose over the weekend. My Easter was spent sitting in my apartment trying to finish a revised thesis my @!@## advisor didn't even read. He did sign it though, for which I will forgive him quite a bit. Still, two years ago I was treated to a magnificent meal prepared by my mother. One year ago I enjoyed a superb meal prepared by my sister. This year I feasted on a frozen freaking pizza. Maybe next year I'll just stay in bed.

Anways it was nice to have a bit of the ole Easter tradition. God knows I don't need the effing candy.

I'm done! Screw the world! DOOONNNEEE! Eat me! EAAATTEE MEEEE!
I need a drink.

On Wednesday I sent my advisor [AS HE REQUIRED ME TO DO] the final draft of my thesis. I had worked hard, pushed assignments aside to meet this fucking deadline and when I emailed my draft I received the following...

I am out of the office until April 5th.
Your mail regarding
"$SUBJECT"
will be read soon after I return. If you have a problem that won't
wait until my return, please contact the School of Information and Library Science administrative offices

I nearly shat myself with cursing.

Truly.