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23 May 2006 @ 02:36 pm
So I just spent some time talking to the leader of the program I am in. I talk to him regularly because he's invovled in many side project I do for the program.

Anyway, he works in HR, though he uesd to be in IT. HR manages all training programs. I let him know that I was wondering if he had any rotations that I could apply for. We then got into talking to why, and I told him straight out that I'm not happy with the social condition in my current IT environments so far, plus, I want to get my head into different areas and departments if I can.

We have good rapprt. I actually have pretty good rapport with quite a few influential people aside from my direct bosses. So, the point is that he was very happy to hear of my interest and thinks some of his projects may be right up my ally. But - I would have to convince my bosses to rotate out of my business. That is not very common, but it happens, and I imagine it happens more so for people with good relations with their bosses.

The rotation would be in Connecticut. That would be great right now.

We'll see ...
 
 
23 May 2006 @ 11:12 pm
My life isn't beautiful enough. That's all it comes down to.

Beauty is what makes life worth living, it's what makes us happy. And that is the pursuit of life: happiness.

My life was more beautiful before this point. That's the simple means of it. I've lost things that made me happy, and circumstance prevents me from regaining and rebuilding such losses - or at least makes it painfully difficult to, making it a catch 22.

I can feel it. Everyday. I get closer and closer to some change, some moment in time where my path in life will violently shudder and flux.
 
 
23 May 2006 @ 11:25 pm
Since when tickets to see bands like In Flames and Fear Factory cost between 60-90 dollars? I can't even afford to go to shows anymore.

Where's the Lupo's down here? Where's the small, local, affordable club you can see great bands at for a reasonable price and just forgot your life for one hot, angry, loud night of primal reverie and brutality? Since I moved down to this pretentious shit hole. That's when.