Archive for November, 2008

Official

We got our drivers’ licenses yesterday in the best DMV experience I’ve ever had. We were in and out in thirty minutes.

Today we used them to get shiny new library cards. And the local library has the whole series of Buffy and Angel on DVD. So we don’t need to join netflix as soon as we thought!

Nibbled, but not yet to death

More employment nibbles, but no bites to report. At least I’m getting some small but regular action now. Lots of places are closing early today for turkey day, so I don’t expect any calls until next week.

Jobbery

Not sure if today’s nibble will become a bite.

I had a phone screen this afternoon with a hiring manager. Application company, very cool stuff. The talking part went fine; we discussed organizational fit and my history. Then she went through a list of technical interview questions and that part didn’t go as well.

It was frustrating for a couple of reasons. Most of the questions were fill-in-the-blank kind of nomenclature and factoid questions. Name the specific app you use for this. What service pack is this software currently on. What four types of objects can you address in this way. That kind of stuff. Unfortunately, that’s the kind of knowledge that rusts a little in two years. I was hoping she’d give a scenario and we could talk about troubleshooting thoughts, or that I could give examples of problems I’d solved. That may be the case in the sit-down interview, but for the phone screen I guess there’s no time for that degree of interaction.

So I’m not sure what kind of impression I made. I still think I’d be great for the job - it’s like they wrote the description to suit me exactly. And the knowledge I was scraping for is the kind of stuff that’ll be picked up through osmosis in super short order when I hit the job. I have all the principles. I just hope I get to the next phase.

Nibble, nibble…

I got two job nibbles this morning. One short-term contract, one perm.

Hoping…

Sellout pic

Okay, here’s the cut. Ignore the shadow across the back of the room from my huge melon of a head.

Cut.

I’m getting shorn tomorrow at two. No more ponytail; I’m going yuppie.

Who's a handsome man?

Who's a handsome man?

High flying adventure

Kathryn and I were driving to the bank this morning to make a deposit. Typical boring errand. To get to the bank, we cross the Hart Bridge, named for Jacksonville’s founder, Isaiah Hart. Here is a picture of the bridge, which is 141 feet in the air at the center. Literature majors have by this point realized that I am using a technique called foreshadowing, and have begun to hear the scary music in the background…

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Diary

Phyllis came back on duty this morning after having the weekend off. Uncle Bud likes to pay the aides up front for their time , but can’t keep their names or time in his head long enough to write a check, so after yelling back and forth between him upstairs and Phyllis downstairs, “How many days?” “Five days, Uncle Bud!” “That’s how many days now?” “Five, Uncle Bud.” “Oh, okay, I’ll come on down there so you can write it down for me.” He gets on his stair chair and rides downstairs while Joe and Phyllis look furiously in Joe’s kitchen counter paper clutter for the scrap that already has Phyllis’ name and five days scrawled on it. Joe turns to me with a joking smile and asks, “you don’t keep a diary, do you?”

“Only on the internet.”

Updates

  • wife is back from seattle
  • Uncle Bud asks me every morning when I’m headed back to Atlanta, and fails to conceal his disappointment when I tell him again that I live here now
  • I have found the local homebrew shop and the local game shop. My geek-fu remains strong.
  • Still not king.

Life with the uncles has some good points

Kathryn has mentioned before that George the mailman stops in each day for a chat and a slice of cake. He’s got to come up the driveway anyway, since Joe has lived here for so long that the mailbox by the house is still grandfathered in, and we don’t have a box out by the street. Since they bribe him with cake and friendliness, he drops Joe’s mail in the kitchen and Bud’s mail in Bud’s office.

Anyway, the mailman has figured out that Kathryn and I live here now, and separates our mail from Joe’s and leaves it on the stairs.

This is pretty cool.

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