Monday, November 10, 2003

I sit here at "work" and ... well, I hate my job. That's nothing new to any of you readers, however. It's just been getting worse. The COO (like a CEO but stupider) dumbshit here often forgets to pay me, and he has screwed me out of credit on a poster based on my work. I'm also currently negotiating my post graduate employment with them, but it seems to me that I was possibly over optomistic at first. I think I'm going to get fucked, and I'm going to end up making a good deal less than other 2003 microbio graduates. If that happens I will most likely leave the company for a more competitive employer, but the worry being that at other companies I may not be able to get time off for things like RAGBRAI and BRAG, which would, obviously, suck. Where does that leave me? Well, a career change, I suppose. If I'm going to get paid peanuts I'm going get paid peanuts at an easier job than this, and one that is definately more enjoyable. If they give me my own research projects here it will be ok, but I'm wary of that because my COO is a dick and he'll probably refuse to credit me anyway. So fuck that. I've always wanted to work in a bike shop, worst case I work for one of them. That wouldn't be so bad at all.

Enough about work. The other day's entry caught me in a down slump, I'm really not that down. Work just causes me to feel like that, and I think I may have caught some of that seasonal depression as well. I needs me my sunlight. I find myself daydreaming more and more about the roadshow and being on the road. I'm looking forward to spring break so I can show Qehndrah the beauty that is Montanna and Oregon and.. yes, even Wyoming. There is a particular mt pass that I wish to stand at the top off and feel the dirt. It's in the "bowl" valleys in Montanna a few days ride after Wisdom but before West Yellowstone. It had really sticky tar. I miss sitting on the tops of mountain passes in the dirt with a gigantic feeling of accomplishment, and taking turns farting while Jesse tries to tell us that "it's all downhill from here". He's a lying bastard.

For those of you that were on the roadshow with me, I will be sending out an E-mail soon coordinating future rides (BRR ride, BRAG, and RAGBRAI for starters). If you don't recieve an e-mail in a few days and think you should have or want to join the roadshow (no juggling experience needed) either e-mail me or post a comment.

I have a dream. I want to repeat the cross country ride the summer that Qehndrah graduates (in a few years). I NEEEEED to do it at least one more time. You all are welcome to ride with us. Oh yea, and hiking the appalacian trail is also on the to do list.

Hey, remember that time that I went to Canada and back with no ID or proof of who I was? That was pretty cool. Thank you, please don't get deported.

Posted by Seager @ 06:52 PM CST Link |

Monday, November 3, 2003

I find myself sitting in the dark wearing noise cancelling headphones and listening to Poe. Mm... something is not right. I can't exactly put my finger on it... most things are going very well. I'll graduate soon and have a good job. In fact, companies may soon be competing over me. I'm making progress in juggling and guitar, and still bike 2-3 times a week. But... it just doesn't seem right anymore. I know who I am... but I don't think anyone else does. I'm tired of always arguing and fighting with people. Whatever happened to the simple debate where people don't get pissed off and start yelling? ... But that's not it. Whatever it is has no business being posted on the internet anyway.

I have two write two lab reports tonight. I should get started.

Posted by Seager @ 09:00 PM CST Link |