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Wednesday, July 19
 
Twelve more days until my second interview and it's really all I think about, because as I mentioned a few days ago, my life is sort of on hold until I know how this goes. At this point, I am not sure if I want the job more because I want to work there or because I want to get off the ship that is starting to list (on top of my desire to move back to the midwest). And it's not because I am ambivalent about this job (heck I applied for it a little over a year ago), but because I don't want to sit through the decline of yet another company.

I mean, I am surrounded by a group of people that have been wildly successful for going on a decade, and now they're going to see how the other side lives for a few quarters, if not longer. Now, if that was all, I guess it would not be that bad. After all, every company has some slowdowns. But for some reason I sense that things are not just on a snag that will be easily fixed, I think things are going to start coming apart at the seams.

I wonder if I think this because everything I see and hear reminds me so much of what drove my previous employer to the brink. So, I suppose I might be totally wrong, after all, it's hardly a perfect analogy.

But, as long as I am sick of Atlanta and unhappy with my employer, I think I'd rather watch it unfold from the stands instead of on the field.

I finally got my hands on a copy of an album I'd meant to buy for about five years, Snakefarm Songs From My Funeral. I think only DerK cares about this development, but I'm throwing it out there.
I also splurged today and picked up the complete Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. on DVD. Now I have something to do while I fold laundry. So, there's your latest Plinko media purchase update.

Lastly, in case you didn't know, I am coming up for the entire weekend, not just Sunday night/Monday for the interview. Plans will be made.


Saturday, July 15
 
I really, really need to get a life.

On the other hand, why bother? I am doing everything in my power to find a job 900 miles away, so why expend effort to making new friends when I hope to skip town within two months? Sometimes I think too much for my own good.

So, it is confirmed that I am headed up to Milwaukee for my interview on Monday, July 31. I am a little disappointed, since they're flying me up on Sunday afternoon. I had specifically discussed with the recruiter that I would prefer to come up for the weekend and just stay with my parents. But his assistant probably didn't know that, so I already have non-refundable tickets.

So, July 30th. . . dinner in Milwaukee? I'm sure plenty of exciting restaurants will be open. Getto's newest top 30 is out and it's changed enough that now I haven't been to any of them. I guess I already have one major thing to do should I end up in the Greater Milwaukee area.

That and I can drive down to Chicago for Blackhawk games, since one of my favorite hockey players was traded to the worst franchise in the NHL. Now, I am not as scared of the next season as I imagine a lot of Sens fans might be, but I'm still sad that the player with the most raw talent on the team got traded for prospects. I believe the Senators actually play in Chicago this year, so there's something fun to do.

Well, I wish I had interesting thoughts on the world to share, but I need to look at where the fuck I would live in SE Wisconsin, so toodles.


Monday, July 10
 
So here's the deal-io. I have always hated the radios what play the music. On my drive to work I listen to Sports Talk because it's generally inoffensive but interesting (since I like sports) and I can occasionally hear a traffic report (I will not get into how useless those are). This week the people on the station I like are all off, so they were broadcasting some national crap show, so I flipped around the FM dial looking for some traffic info (I really am stupid).

Never found a report, but what I did find was a station playing Bizarre Love Triangle by New Order, which is cool because any station playing New Order is probably going to continue to play interesting stuff, right? Next song: AC/DC, following that, some new pop rock crap I couldn't even recognize.

For some ungodly reason, I left the station on (probably because I was a block or two from work when the crap came on). So I got in the car to leave for home and what's on? Some odd recording of Blue Monday I had not heard before. Next song? Hootie and the Blowfish, then Red Hot Chili Peppers, then the White Stripes. What kind of schizophrenic station would sign up for that playlist? Now, I am not exagerrating that the New Order songs were what was on the moment I turned the station, two timews I turn it on, both times it's just starting a New Order song (well, for all I know the Blue Monday was 12 minutes long and I only caught the last 6 minutes. . .).

So, in other news, you all might know that I play the games online. Last night, I was trying out a newish mod on a popular server for CS: Source. And for the first time, I was banned from the server because I was 'cheating'. Yes, I was doing so awesomely well, I can't play there any more because the moderator decided I had to be using hacks.
That was awesome.

In other news, I'm still waiting for news on Milwaukee. Let's keep those fingers crossed. I will start getting impatient on Thursday, I think.


Friday, July 7
 
Holy shit does my head hurt. This is what I get for barely sleeping this week. And, naturally, I have no excuse at all for staying up late. I just haven't been able to fall asleep, it's like when I was in college and I every other night I would just be awake until 3 or 4am, just staring at the ceiling for no good reason.

Anyway, I'm keeping my fingers crossed on getting that job in Milwaukee, I am really excited about the prospect, but we'll see how it goes.

Now I wish I had something interesting to share, but I really don't.