Reno!, replaced, & Nap Time
Did
I mention?
We totally went and saw Reno! 911: Miami. This was awhile back (the month of Cupid), but I think I was busy or just didn’t care to share at the time. I’ve never seen the show, but the commercials always look so funny, and the previews looked like it could be a winner, so we took the bait. Er, chance. And it had been a while since I laughed as good as I did when we went to see this movie. For the first 5 minutes, that is.
OMG, was this thing spread about as thin as a MIchael Jackson alibi, man. The first 5 or so were really pretty good, most likely because it was like a little ditty (there’s that word again). But then they proceeded to spread another little ditty over 2 hours. 2 hours. Two hours. Two hours, y’all.
Funny enough, now I want to watch the show, though. I could see the 30 minute show, compiled mostly of shorter ditties, being hysterically funny. But it’s on Comedy Central. That’s a cable channel. And, as you may know, I am cheap. Cable Costs money. I don’t have cable.
How much sense does that make? I am too cheap to opt for cable or satellite, but I own a 52” HD LCD, a full surround system (Sony/JBL), and a Girl. All these things cost a good chunk of $$. Eh, I guess mostly it’s just that I don’t much care for TV programming. And also, I’m cheap.
The Pressure Mounts
Yesterday I found out that my employer found my replacement. He starts Monday. I have a pretty good relationship with my boss/employer, but I can’t help but feel a lump in my throat as I contemplate the ramifications of this.
And it’s not so much the fact that I’m being replaced; I knew I was, I told them to, told them I was planning on leaving this spring, so I would fill the position until that time, and that they should hire someone before I leave. It’s just that I expected I’d have a more important role in teaching this guy. The way they talk about it, it’s as though I’m so unimportant that now that he’s here, they can just shove me into a dark corner and all will be well with the world.
And seriously, I need a tan. I need a light corner with a view, facing south preferably (more sun exposure).
Does this mean I need to get a job real real really soon? I guess so. Shit, they didn’t even have enough respect to muscle me out! They just plain sat someone else in my chair and informed me just before I sat on his lap!
No, but the guy seems pretty knowledgeable, and seems to have the experience they were looking for. Hopefully it all works out for them. And hopefully, it all works out for me.
Gulp.
Looking forward to Tomorrow
And not the philosophical tomorrow like that little red-headed whiny orphan is always singing about. I mean the real deal, the next day, Saturday, March 17th, 2007. Because I’m not working, and I could use the sleep.
Man, this time change is screwing with my head. I wake up and I hit the snooze far too many times, then I’m not even sure that I’ve hit it, and I’m startled by how late it is. I hate daylight savings time, mans and womans. I think they should split the difference, set it back 30 minutes, and never, ever, EVER change the time again. Seriously. Energy savings? You’re freaking kidding me, right? Explain to my ass how the hell showing up to work an hour earlier (or later) can really save money. Guess what: work’s open for 10 hours. That’s 10 hours of lights, computers, servers, and everything else, regardless of when relative to the sun we start. Shit, if anything, we’re paying more in energy costs, because now it’s colder in the mornings. Which means the heater gets turned on. Good thinking, guys.
So in reality all they do is fuck with our sleep every 6 months or so. You know, just to keep us on our toes.
Peace.