Saturday, June 30, 2018
So Hard
Thursday, June 28, 2018
Red Wedding? Meh, Not Really
In the fullness of time, the company we're sub-contracting to starts whispering sweet nothings in my bosses' ear about how if he jumps ship and brings this contract and this crew with him they will hook him up. Now this is shady as all fuck to be sure, but we all know what time it is; if Death Star, Inc. could replace any of us for someone they could pay half as much we'd be out the door in seconds flat. So after some palace intrigue, this other company wins the contract and we all jump ship for a nice 20% raise. Hired 3 times for the same job.
Needless to say Death Star, Inc is salty as all fuck about the whole situation (the fact that it was a small Black owned company that did them like this was the horse dick in the kisser) but after a few days of impotent threats they let it go. In fact they let it go so much they forgot to collect our laptops from us and never asked for them back.
[Smash cut to two years later] The small company I'm working for loses the contract, I suspect that they were low-bridged in some way by Death Star, Inc but whatever. Now I'm working on Section 508 stuff, which is a regulatory requirement and since I'm the resident SME the new company HAD to get me on board. So I jacked those fools up for another 20% raise after some contentious negotiations (which won me no friends) and I was hired for the 4th time to do essentially the exact same job. Except for my brief time in exile, I sat at the same desk and had the same phone number for the whole time.
A year later when the gov't eliminated my position on the contract I initially found out because my work wife at the time was putting together some meeting minutes and saw a reference to it. I asked our gov't customer about it and there was a whole bunch of "humina, humina, humina" before they finally responded with the usual bullshit about you weren't supposed to find out like this, but it was a week before the end of the fiscal year and that was that.
Remember how I mentioned that my aggressive negotiations won me no friends at my (then) new company? They showed me how much they didn't like the fact that I wasn't afraid to negotiate by not even offering me a week on the bench. In gov't contracting when you're "on the bench" you go out to corporate and try to find something to do while you look for another internal job, depending on how long you've been with a company and what your power base is within it, you could be on the bench for a week or a month or sometimes two months if there's something coming down the pipeline.
So I said all that to say this, I'm not sure I want to be a Fed, but I need to figure something out in the next three months.
[fin]
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
Don't Call It a Comeback
A’ight people here it is. After being overwhelmed by vacations and absences of the people I work for, I find myself with more or less nothing to do at work so I’m trying to make myself write at least 500 words/day for the next couple of weeks. Other things I have planned for my at work vacation are ordering the capacitors I need to revive my TiVo and looking into graduate school and/or registering for a graduate class in the grad program I’m considering.
The TiVo Thing
Our Tivo box died on us about 3 years ago and we were in the middle of mostly packing up our condo in preparation to move to Chile for six months, so I punted & got the Comcast X1 DVR as a quick fix. We got back to the States and found ourselves locked into getting Verizon FiOS and their horror show of a DVR that doesn’t work as well as our 10 year old TiVo. Finally I have the time and mental capacity to take on repairing the TiVo, so I ordered a new, bigger, pre-baked hard drive, and installed it with no problems. Naturally, it turned out that was only part of the problem and we have a well-documented problem with the power supply too. Argle bargle!!!
A few Google searches and a bit of forum cruising turned up details on what the problem is (bad capacitors) as well as how to ID/replace bad capacitors. It’s a slightly complicated undertaking, but 25 years ago I did a bit of soldering on boards, and in the age of YouTube finding instructional videos is pretty easy. Problem is with my life I’ll never have the 3-4 contiguous hours needed to pull/replace the capacitors and bring that TiVo back to life, so detailed planning is necessary to accommodate doing this in a start/stop fashion. Thankfully this little break at work will allow me to do that.
Grad School
I totally fucked myself when I went back to finish my bachelor’s degree, what I should have done was gotten into finish your bachelor’s/get your master’s degree kind of program and deaded this shit back then. Alas, I was still too invested in my narrative about the stupidity of school (school sucks for the most part, I will die on this hill) to think a little more long term and invest in grad school. I have reached the conclusion that with the way things are as a government contractor, I’m going to be stuck at my current level of Sr. Tech Writer/Analyst or a weak matrix project manager unless I have a graduate degree.
Back when I was still a college dropout and I would be complaining to my Dad about how stupid my boss was or how someone who wasn’t as good as I was got pulled into a management position ahead of me, his response was always that this was the way it was going to be as long as I didn’t have a degree. I knew he was right, but I fought this assessment for many years before I finally went back to school and now I see the same pattern developing again. I’m not exactly falling behind my friends career wise, but rather I’m not in a position to apply for and get the kind of senior positions that give me a seat at the big table because I don’t have a grad degree.
I want and need a seat at the big table, I’m tired of watching people make the same mistakes over and over again in our government. So grad school is back on the table.
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Faint Heartbeat
You know how it is, you sign into your blogger account all full of hope and change. A new resolve to start writing, that you put in writing and then....nothing. So it goes on and on and on, year after year. This fucking blog, sitting here as a testimony to my failed hopes as a writer. Yet, still I motherfucking rise!!! Just do it. Put down the fucking phone, express a thought publicly in more than 140 characters and just see if you have 500 words in you. Quick and dirty, no need for anything more than spitting it out as hard and as fast as you can. It's not even possible cause I was just waylaid by a kid and have to drive the Dad taxi now.
Sunday, November 08, 2015
Easy Like Sunday Morning
So here I am, four months into our trip to Valdivia, Chile and I finally decide to write a blog post. As I said . . . a while ago, twitter killed my blog but maybe being in South America can raise it from the dead.
We're getting ready to head over to a friend's house for lunch. We're being hosted by our realtor/fixer (and his family) who has hooked us up with not just a place to live, but also a car, a chimney sweep, a dentist, a place to buy a swim suit in the middle of Winter, you get the picture.
So we've been a few asados down here now, the first one was hosted by one of WifeRat's colleagues from UACH. It was a true blue Chilean asado, we started off with EntraƱa (skirt steak) as an appetizer, then we had a little choripan (sausage on a roll), and finally the main event which was some sort of gigantic beef roast that has no American equivalent. All this was cooked on a "parilla" style grill which I have come to like and appreciate so much I went ahead a bought one for myself.
Andreas, is from Uruguay and has a whole different kind of grill setup. His is a huge thing built out of bricks, so I'll be interested to see how this goes down.
That's it for now, let's see if I can get some momentum going on this blog.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Failure Be Damned!!!!
Despite having the time & inclination to write and/or blog this week during the work day this week, actually mustering the will to do so on a consistent basis has eluded me. Yes, I've been getting my scribble on in the Moleskin notebook my family bought me for Father's Day this year, but I've largely failed at getting blog posts up. But like the title says, FAILURE BE DAMNED!!!!! Yes, I've screwed the pooch and stepped on my dick, but I will not relent, I will not RELENT, I WILL NOT RELENT, I. AM. DRIVEN.
This is no different than pushing through the pain when you're working out, running, lifting, or playing rugby. It's difficult right now and to some degree I can't imagine that it won't ever be difficult, but at the same time I know that if I just keep going that won't be true some day. Part of the way I can allow myself to keep working at this is to remind myself that this is good for everyone. I feel better when I make time to write, I'm better to be around when I make time to write, I'm a better father/husband, and so that means that writing is no longer a selfish act but one that I should compulsively indulge to benefit of all those around me, right?
FIN.
Wednesday, July 09, 2014
Getting It In
OK I fell off of with both my yoga and writing over the 4th of July weekend, but I remain undeterred. And it's not like I haven't been writing at all, I've been drafting bits and pieces of this monthly status report (MSR) a couple of sentences at a time. But since I don't track it, I don't count it as part of my daily writing time.
I'm doing something slightly strange, I'm sitting at a bar with my laptop open and writing. WifeRat has been crashing on finishing a couple of papers and, while I wouldn't say that I was kicked out of the house, it was clear that my presence would be a distraction so I bounced down to U St. to see my boy ButterBurger at the Fainting Goat. I had a good experience writing longhand when I was at Trusty's last week, so I figured I would give drinking and blogging in public a shot.
I've been totally into writing longhand, it's definitely a little freeing to know that whatever you write down isn't likely to find its way into the gaping maw of the internet. Without the distraction of putting in a few links, like I feel somewhat obliged to do in a blog post, I find I write a lot more in a lot less time when I'm literally putting pen to paper. There's also a very primal feeling to writing longhand, like you're connecting with everyone whoever scrawled their thoughts on a piece of paper around the world, across time. Kind of like the Speed Force, only for writing.
This wasn't a great blog post, but I'm getting it in and that's what matters. I continue to work this muscle, to train it, to challenge it, to hone it, to make it better . . . I hope.
Fin.