New Job

I'm leaving my job at Amici LLC. I'll be working for Key Bank here in the Albany area starting on February 13th.

I'm pretty excited about the new job. I won't be a Software Developer any longer. I'll be a Systems Analyst.

Just a quick update. I need to write more, but I'm tired and don't feel well today.

Tragedy Struck This Morning

Tragedy struck my personage this morning. I forgot my coffee.

I woke up late. My Evil Overlord saved the day by waking me up. I barely had time to dress, eat, and get in the car before leaving for the bus. However, even then, I poured myself a steaming hot cup of coffee for the bus ride into Albany.

And, what do you know? The coffee stayed in my kitchen.

As I was walking from the parking lot to the bus stop in Schenectady, I had a fantasy where Evil drives up in her mini-van with my long lost cup of coffee in her wonderful little hands, "Here honey, you left this full aromatic cup of coffee on the kitchen counter. I knew you'd want it and forgot it, so I brought it to you."

"Thank you darling, you're the best thing that every happened to me," I'd reply, deliriously.

That didn't happen. Instead, that "special needs" guy got off his bus, gave me a hug, and proceeded to tell me all about how one of his neighbors didn't play her music too loud last night and how happy he is over that fact.

I couldn't keep my eyes off his Orlando Bloom calendar. You know, if I were a rabid fan of Orlando Bloom, I wouldn't carry his calendar around in public. I'd put it in a wrapper. Not only that, but I wouldn't put a calendar of Orlando Bloom in my office and tell people it was my calendar.

Don't get me wrong, I like Orlando Bloom -- just not enough to have a calendar of his that I would claim as my own. Now, I could definitely go for a Claudia Black calendar. Yeah. You won't see Claudia Black and Orlando Bloom mentioned in the same sentence often.

Ever notice men don't often use smiley-faces in their writing? I think I'm correct in this, but I don't believe a man has ever written to me and put a smiley-face on his message. Women do, but not men.

Men use icon-smiley-faces in their instant messages. I avoid doing that, but my co-worker uses smiley's a lot in his IM's to me. The practice is rubbing off on me. I actually used one yesterday.

However, I didn't hand draw a smiley. I believe there is an unwritten "rule of manhood" that says, "Don't Draw Smiley's. It's not manly-man."

With that, I'll leave you now. I need to sing the "Man Song" for a bit. The "Man Song" goes:

Men, men, men men
Men, men, men, men
Men, men, men, men
Men, men, men, men
(repeat the chorus)

---Dan---

Safely Home

We made it home from Chicago safely.

Barb drove the whole way there and back. As Evil Overlord, she reserves the right to be in charge of the car at all times. I just passengered. Passengered is a new verb I just invented.

We had to use her car too. We couldn't use mine. My car is bigger, has more leg room, and is a four-wheel-drive. You'd think traveling from NY to Chicago in the winter in a 4x4 would have its appeal. But... alas... we were relegated to the mini-van.

Evil enjoys the mini-van versus my Expedition. You see, Evil's mini-van does, in fact, have more luggage space and is almost as comfortable as my Expedition. Evil doesn't like driving my car.

Evil is as Evil does.

We have more snow here than we had in Chicago. Of course, that may have changed in Chicago since we left. The last few hours of our drive from Chicago involved somewhat heavy snow fall. Hence, my Overlord had to drive at 45 mph versus 65 mph.

We missed NewYear's eve at our house. The digital clock in our dash turned 12:00 am for us somewhere between Syracuse and Albany.

I'll try to write MORE frequently with LESS info. That way, at least I'll write SOMETHING. Gah. I can't believe how long it's been since my last post.

Let's see... anything else?

Sci Fi Friday starts tomorrow! Whoo hoo!