Michael R. Barrick's blog

I think that I must be good at my job or something. I was included in a meeting about a fairly serious problem the bank is having with a couple of their e-mail servers. Without meaning to I kind of took over the meeting (I warned them at my interview that I have a tendency to do that) and ended up heavily influencing the plan to resolve the issue. What's interesting about this is that the other two developers that have been there longer were not brought into the meeting. I was the most "junior" person in the meeting.

The guy at the desk next to me is a jock. I took an instant disliking to him. He's loud and he rambles about cycling at length, eats smelly food at his desk and today, has been farting incessantly since lunch.

His only redeeming quality is his Guinness mouse pad (I have one, too, however mine is better).

Today's comic.

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It sounds more fun that way.

Someone posted on the van-goth about how he was frightened by Corp-goth and that he thought the very concept was an oxymoron. I guess I am an oxymoron, then. Welcome to the real world.

Today's comic.

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/22988.html

My cheque is delayed until tomorrow. This means another student loan payment is going to bounce. I'm completely screwed. I feel sick. I've borrowed from everyone I can borrow from. There is nothing else I can do. Sure, I'll get paid tomorrow and everything will start to straighten out again, but right now things are not good. I want this to end. I just can't take this anymore. When I was twenty I didn't mind this crap as much. You're supposed to be poor when you are twenty. But not now. I've got a decent job, but it just hasn't payed yet.

From my census form

This was the highlight of my day:

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Say it with me folks: phew!

Ugh, Monday.

It's raining today and despite the fact that I didn't go to Sanctuary last night I still had trouble getting my ass in gear this morning, probably because I was up late Saturday night.

Right now some shmoe is babbling on about picking up hardwood flooring for his condo in a SUV that he rented and how he wants to buy one now. Barf.

Here's today's comic. I've said it before, I'll day it again: there is not enough coffee in the world for Monday mornings.

My life is a darkroom. One big, dark room... By the time you have read this I will have jumped leapt plummeted from the winter river bridge... Everything I touch turns to coal. Life is a pointless barrage of pain. I am sadder that anyone could possibly be, pity me, make comments in my journal so I feel loved...

Walking past a row of newspaper boxes a moment ago I noticed a headline; 'Half of Canadians Fear Tapwater". My first thought was, statistically, half of Canadians are of below average intelligence.

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