Sigh. Back to the “hurry up and wait.”
Feb. 2nd, 2005 03:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thewayneI resigned my job at the college because my job with the State was to start Tuesday or Wednesday. Monday I find out that it might be Thursday. OK, no problem, it means that I have an extra day with my girlfriend. So Tuesday AM I go off to my parents, Mom and I are going to go to the cemetery and put fresh (plastic) flowers on her parent’s grave (Dad’s parents are buried in Las Cruces). I had spoken with Russet at around 9am and was expecting her around 6pm. So after the cemetery I go to Fry’s Electronics to pick up a copy of SQL Server 2000 Developer’s Edition ($50) to have a legit copy on my home system to work with, and though their inventory says that they have a copy, we can’t find it. The very helpful clerk checks Tempe, they have a copy, so he takes my name for them to hold it. I drive across town at 3:45 to get it, I also snag a copy of the second season of Soap on DVD ($23, well worth it). I get to the cashiers, give them my name, and they can’t find the copy of SQL Server that should have been waiting for me behind the registers. I know it should be there as the Phoenix clerk called and confirmed and told me that his Tempe counterpart had the copy in his proverbial hot little hands. So the cashier goes hither and yon, finally finding the copy. It took a minimum of 10 minutes, fortunately I can be a man of nigh unto infinite patience, a useful trait when you work with computers and/or are unemployed. Additionally, I had my semi-everpresent Palm Pilot with me so I simply leaned against the counter and read many pages of Sabatini’s Captain Blood that I loaded from Project Guttenberg.
ANYWAY, the clerk eventually showed up with my copy of SQL Server, we rang up purchases, and I started heading home. Eschewing the freeway system at almost 5pm, I cruised across Baseline to 19th Ave. then to home, a simple right angle trip that flowed exceedingly well once I was past some construction from a widening project.
ARRIVING AT HOME only to find a message from Russet that her revised ETA was 8:30-9pm. I called her and she said she was well-fed and that I should do likewise, so I scurried off to Applebee’s. I get home and Russet had left a message at 7:30, an hour before I got back home, and she said there was a traffic sign saying there was an accident and a massive traffic backup. So I call the Highway Patrol and they tell me there was a fatal accident involving an SUV and a semi truck rollover. They gave me the mile marker, so I called Russ and told her to take the Riggs Road exit and I could route her around the accident. As it turned out, they were allowing cars to singly pass the accident and that the accident was just beyond Riggs Road, so she was able to get past it with little difficulty, finally getting to my place around 10-10:30pm.
THERE WAS a second message from my recruiter for this State job – they decided that they didn’t want me to start until NEXT WEEK! Now, this is a definite good/bad thing: good that I have a couple more days to spend with Russet, bad that I’m not earning money for a couple more days! Oh, well. Grin and bear it ‘cause there ain’t nuthin’ you can do ‘bout it.
I MADE THE MISTAKE of not asking Russet an important question. We’re doing the Arizona Renaissance Festival’s Pleasure Feast Saturday. It’s a very cool experience. Russ and I had been discussing it for the last several days, and I’d asked her to bring some specific items, and she remembered those, but failed on a follow-up question: she forgot to bring her Ren Fest garb! So it looks like Thursday or Friday we may go down to Tucson to Chivalry Sports to get her some new garb.
AND NOW I’m up at 3am, shaking semi-violently. It must have been something in dinner that didn’t agree with me, so I sent a reply to Wil Wheaton’s blog in which he discusses his sucky day in which he found out his beloved cat has congestive heart failure, the same thing that we lost Cricket to a month ago. So I hope things go well for him and his wife. I’m going to do a bowl of oatmeal and see if it might assuage whatever demons are lurking in my stomach.
Ta!
ANYWAY, the clerk eventually showed up with my copy of SQL Server, we rang up purchases, and I started heading home. Eschewing the freeway system at almost 5pm, I cruised across Baseline to 19th Ave. then to home, a simple right angle trip that flowed exceedingly well once I was past some construction from a widening project.
ARRIVING AT HOME only to find a message from Russet that her revised ETA was 8:30-9pm. I called her and she said she was well-fed and that I should do likewise, so I scurried off to Applebee’s. I get home and Russet had left a message at 7:30, an hour before I got back home, and she said there was a traffic sign saying there was an accident and a massive traffic backup. So I call the Highway Patrol and they tell me there was a fatal accident involving an SUV and a semi truck rollover. They gave me the mile marker, so I called Russ and told her to take the Riggs Road exit and I could route her around the accident. As it turned out, they were allowing cars to singly pass the accident and that the accident was just beyond Riggs Road, so she was able to get past it with little difficulty, finally getting to my place around 10-10:30pm.
THERE WAS a second message from my recruiter for this State job – they decided that they didn’t want me to start until NEXT WEEK! Now, this is a definite good/bad thing: good that I have a couple more days to spend with Russet, bad that I’m not earning money for a couple more days! Oh, well. Grin and bear it ‘cause there ain’t nuthin’ you can do ‘bout it.
I MADE THE MISTAKE of not asking Russet an important question. We’re doing the Arizona Renaissance Festival’s Pleasure Feast Saturday. It’s a very cool experience. Russ and I had been discussing it for the last several days, and I’d asked her to bring some specific items, and she remembered those, but failed on a follow-up question: she forgot to bring her Ren Fest garb! So it looks like Thursday or Friday we may go down to Tucson to Chivalry Sports to get her some new garb.
AND NOW I’m up at 3am, shaking semi-violently. It must have been something in dinner that didn’t agree with me, so I sent a reply to Wil Wheaton’s blog in which he discusses his sucky day in which he found out his beloved cat has congestive heart failure, the same thing that we lost Cricket to a month ago. So I hope things go well for him and his wife. I’m going to do a bowl of oatmeal and see if it might assuage whatever demons are lurking in my stomach.
Ta!
