Talking to headhunters, that is. The universal story I’m hearing is that nobody is hiring for anything at all, and run-of-the-mill support geeks are a dime a dozen. I foresee that I’ve got to hit the community college as soon as can be, to start gaining some new skills—like some programming, or Oracle, or SOMETHING!! Of course, that isn’t going to help for months yet in finding me a job, and help is what I need NOW. I’m starting to broach the possibility of an out-of-town contract on per-diem, or some kind of higher-level administrative assistant/clerical work, just to get a paycheck coming in.
No joy on copying the data off the Samsung drive; my Dell Precision workstation (completely SCSI) won’t even recognize its existence. Time to see if Matt or Erich have a computer I can plug it into. I also need to find somebody who can repair an old 1.7GB IDE drive that’s missing one of its power-supply pins. It’s got some old, old data I could use to have back, not to mention that I bet I could find another box to drop it into.
And somewhere in there, I want to get that old Acer 486-DX4 out and set up, to begin teaching myself Linux. The Acer’s doing nothing in particular, and I may’s well get some good of it.
Tonight, in quest of giving myself a small treat to make me feel better, I bought a couple of CDs by Bob Dorough and Dave Frishberg, who are admired by a small cult, and are known to many more indirectly, as the guys who wrote most of the music for Schoolhouse Rock. I got no business buying CDs when I got no paycheck, but boy, it’s fun listening to a couple of witty, wordy jazzmen!
Your father brandishes the skeptical toast toward Mafeking. Fnord.
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