phessler

I reccently switched jobs. See, I live in San Francisco, and I was commuting out to Pleasanton, every day. I hated it. 20hours/week commuting, that is a real part-time job at some coffee shop or somethink. So, I post my resume up on CraigsList, and this guy emails me, and says he may have a job for me. I respond, and check it out, and it is doing Macintosh tech support, for my same salary. Score! I hated my old job, it was like corporate was trying to butt fuck me, without the common courtesy of a reach-around. So I wrote a scathing letter (which I don't mind posting, after I make it NDA-safe) and left.

New job kicks so much ass, I have fogotten the pure joy of working with Mac computers. I have a Titanium Powerbook (which is working quite well now), but I don't run OSX/OS9, I run OpenBSD, cause it works better for _me_. I work at the world hq of our company, and support 30 internal users, and about 25 agents all over the world, and it rocks. This is the kind of place, that if I won the lottery, I would still work, cause it's cool.

Now that I don't despise my job, I'm in a much better (ambiant) mood, and my sex life has returned. It went from ?grudgingly? once a week (tops), to an enthusiastic 4 times a week. Its also better quality sex, since I'm enthusiastic about it.