Today I was asked whether I would continue working if I received 10 million dollars. I said no. Why would I work if I had that much money? Getting away from the shackles of employment would be one of the first things I would do. Would I miss the interaction? Maybe the interaction and socializing, but I wouldn't miss the work and stress part of work. Also if I were given a choice between keeping my current pay and working 5 days a week or taking a 20% pay cut and working 4 days a week, I would choose the latter. Why? Because life is short as it is. Work is work. You need time away from it so that you can spend your time doing better things.
posted by modularmix ::: at 12:24 AM
Today I went to the company sponsored health fair. I went to the handwriting analysis booth and was pleasantly surprised.
Handwriting analysis lady (HAL): So you work at nvidia?
ME: Yes.
HAL: Do you like working at NVIDIA?
ME: Yes.
HAL: So what do you do at nvidia?
ME: Web Design, Programming.
HAL: Based on your handwriting I can tell you're good at problem solving, good at math, and are a technical pesron.
ME: *nod*
.... 5 minutes of small talk and stating the obvious ....
HAL: Do you like reading technical books?
ME: what do you mean? Like outside of work and school?
HAL: Sure.
ME: Nah, not really.
HAL: Here's a book I would like to recommend to you. It's a technical book.
ME: But I don't really like reading technical....
HAL: I can see that you enjoy problem solving. You'll love this book.
One question still remains: how did she know I was a technical person and that I'm good at problem solving based on my handwriting?
posted by modularmix ::: at 7:44 PM
We didn't buy any halloween candy from the grocery stores this year. I figure there's not a lot of kids that will be going trick or treating at my apartment complex. Besides, if people knock on our door tonight, I'll just ignore them. I'm sorry but I have no candy. Really I don't. Heck, I'm not sure if we even sure we have any food left in the house except for some cereal. That's my breakfast tomorrow. I need to eat tomorrow biatch. You want me to die? (Not literally
of course because you can't die by not eating one meal unless you haven't eaten for a week or two)
posted by modularmix ::: at 9:04 PM
I'm not big on hip hop. But if I were, I'd dress all ghetto and shit and make sure people know it. I'd also brush up on my mad ebonics skillz. I would also steal lines out of songs and try to use them in real everday life. That's the only way to keep it real. Cuz if you don't keep it real,
honestly who will?
posted by modularmix ::: at 8:53 PM
Two and a half months of living in my apartment and I must admit that it was starting to smell funny. Not funny like a clown funny, but strange funny. I mean, sure we clean the place but I think that food and cooking definitely added to the strange smell of the apartment. So I went out to Albertsons today to buy one of those funky Glad Scented Oil things. I was going to go for something less adventurous but it was on bonus buy, so naturally I couldn't refuse. I went home and plugged the bad boy into the socket and left to play tennis. When I returned home an hour later, the apartment smelled fruity. I'm not really sure what the smell is, but Glad has named it hawaiian breeze. I guess it's still better than the mystery smell that we used to have. Ya, I'm a fruit. Eat it.
posted by modularmix ::: at 3:00 AM
Farewell to the impersonal medium of static home pages. They're too static and stale. Replacing that will be my half assed illogical statements. Let's hope that some of this makes sense.
posted by modularmix ::: at 2:41 AM