Finding the suitable Grind Stone.

"The report of my death was an exaggeration." -Mark Twain, After reading his own obituary, June 2, 1897

Hello everyone.... heaven knows it's been a while. I hazard to say that many people will probably have thought that I quit the game, or something. No, I still own Darlene, and I plan to keep her for some time to come. But at the urging of my good friends.. who I am very greatful for, especially after dissapearing for so long.. I decided to post something about what my life has been about the past few months.

Well, the first thing that happened was that I moved. That's always a disruption, and it took a bit before I could get my own bed setup let alone my computer. And of course the internet had to come somehow. But at that time, I decided to leave my formor job to a new job which made me promises galore about my pay rate, future and standing. And to top it off, they were a fun bunch to work for...and work with. It was a huge step for me, considering I would be working with just one person to being working with hundreds.

And then the shoe fell ontop of my head... they were bought out by a big company, who decided to move everyone to another state. You might wonder why this was a big deal. I mean... just move with the company. I make no shakes about it... if I were a normal everyday woman, it would be possible. But, lets face it... I'm not. I have a hard time with travel, let alone disrupting my life to be away from family and well... everything I know. I'm getting the shivers just typing it. So I'm now at the last days of my formor job.

In any event, from the day that I learned of this eventuality, I started feverishly looking for a new job. And looking. And looking. And looking. I honestly don't know what it is about me, but I keep getting little bites off of recruiters, but when it comes down to getting an interview with someone, I ... don't get one. In fact, in the past six months, I've only had one interview and that turned out into "we don't want you afterall" situation. Gak... I hate rejection... don't you?

So, I am doing the only option left to me. Spending all my time "improving my resume." lol... which amounts to me trying very hard to learn other skills. It has not been easy. And it's been rather painful in some cases. For those who don't know, I'm a software engineer. A carreer that suits me very nicely since it involves dealing mostly with computers than people, but I also happened to be very skilled at it. I've found out that the language of choice that I've been programming in profesionally for the past 14 years or so (dates confuse me so don't hold me to that) is no longer in "Vogue" in the US, so I would have to "branch out." I've been scrambling to learn Microsoft's "C-sharpe" language as well as Sun's Java. So far, I can pass any rudementary proficiency test, but there's still a bunch to learn. What's really funny isn't as much as learning to program in a new language as it is trying to decide what to program in that new language. I mean, if I don't know what I'm making, how will I know if I'm done? (Heck... anyone wanna email me ideas, I'll probably do it.)

And so... that's my story. I'll try to post a few more. I've found a picture I drew back when I was an Angry Teenaged Girl, but I don't have it with me at the moment. It was at a time when I was just as stressed out as I am now, but without the morgage payment to think about.

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