Face For Radio

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Unfortunately, my friend Jaz knew what he was talking about when he said that radio personalities who sound hot usually are not. I made the mistake of going to the website of the local rock station to see what someone looked like. Ten minutes later, after I came out the bathroom, still very pale and retching, I realized that I should not have done that. Yuck! That was horrible. Oh well. Why can’t people ever look like they sound? I want to click on a radio personality and suddenly see someone like this…

Move Complete

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Well, the move is complete. For the people that I haven’t sent my address to, send me a reminder e-mail and I’ll get it out to you. DSL is supposedly coming in 2 - 3 weeks. I’ll believe that when I see it. I remember the problems that I had with TDS the first time I tried to get DSL. Oh well, hopefully DataWave has their $h1t in one bag.

On another note, if you’ve been able to get the dual - monitor support to work properly under Windows 98, please let me know. I’ve had it working at a previous job, but I have been unable to get it to work in my home. I have two monitors, one 17” and one 19”. A Trident 9750 AGP and a Trident 9440 PCI card, and both show that they cannot be used in dual-monitor configuration. If I use the Windows 98 drivers, nothing works. If I use the drivers from Trident, I get the initialization text-based screen from Windows 98, but the screen will never kick into desktop mode. Oh well, guess I’ll have to find another card that’s on this list.

Ballad of Moving

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Down goes the developmental web server. Down goes the Internet connection. Items are sold to the highest bidder. The phone line gets disconnected next. At some point, electricity will be cut.

Sound like a sob story from insert-your-favorite.com here? Could be. But I was referring to my upcoming move. That’s right, 2 hours away from one godforsaken place in Wisconsin to some other godforsaken place in Wisconsin. At least it’s worth more money to me. But that’s small consolation, considering that I’m almost 2 hours away from Madison, which is the closest major city.

But at least now I will get more freedom. Since I’m moving up from “Network Technician” to “Network Administrator”, I should have a bit more say in what happens on the network. Of course, like any other position, I still have a boss to answer to.

The move happens in one week. Things in my life are changing even faster than that.

I Hate Moving

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I really hate moving. I can’t stand having to pack up all of my stuff and throw it into another place. It really sucks, especially considering I just finished rewiring my computer room the way I wanted it. Oh well, what do you do…?

I have accepted a Network Administrator position in Wausau working side by side with my good friend Ryan. The best thing about this arrangement is that Ryan has only been with the company for two or three months, and he’s there because I sent him a copy of the job posting. Damn glad I did, too, because a hefty raise for both of us is the down and dirty result.

So, job offer in hand, I head to my current supervisor with a leave note. Since I’m within days of getting hired on from my staffing company, I figured I would get some kind of counter-offer. Yeah, right. Instead, I basically get this response: “OK, when are you leaving?”

How would that make YOU feel?

Overheard

Person 1: I’m so bored I’m playing with my sugar.

Person 2: Just as long as you don’t playing with something else, especially not in front of me.

…lengthy pause…

Person 1: But I wouldn’t make you touch it.