bored(19:00:40) CondorDes: hahaha
(19:01:03) CondorDes: Why does that comment make me feel irrationally happy?
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First day of school is done. Finally. (Actually, it was done at about 1, but I just got home an hour ago.)
They totally ripped up the comp.sci building and redid all the labs. Scary ... I think I liked the old layout better. In the old layout, the rooms were large (although there weren't as many of them), and they had some character (ceiling rafters, flourescent lights suspended from the ceiling, monstrous blue air conditioners, that sort of thing). Now they're just the usual small classroomish labs with carpeting, crappy false-ceiling tiles (which they couldn't even do right because the windows went up too high) and no clutter.
There used to be random bits of furniture upstairs, but all of that disappeared in favor of--you guessed it--more classrooms. There were couches and tables for people to sit with their laptops and use wireless, or have impromptu meetings, or eat lunch. But all of that got moved out. *sigh*.
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I actually have a job now, as a grader. Yay for having spending money. I'm grading CPE X317 for Dr. Connely (yes, his name is spelled right), which is Systems Programming (more commonly known as C and UNIX).
I find it funny that every single job I've ever had, I've gotten because I know somebody. My first consulting job I had because I knew my high school computer teacher. I got lab monitor/sysadmin at Poly because I knew
kithkanan, and then got to know the managers there. The grading job I got because I knew Dr. Nico, who knew that the other 317 teacher needed a grader.When I compare this with my dismal failure to find a job this summer, I'm forced to the conclusion that actually looking for a job won't find you anything. You have a better chance (at least in this area) if you don't bother looking and just bitch and whine to those around you about your utter lack of employment. ;)
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I successfully managed to waste 20 minutes writing this post, to tell you absolutely nothing of consequence. Go me.
-- Des
