Journal Interrobang's Journal: On the Wrong Side of the Loop 2
Hey, everyone.
Boy, it's been a long summer. I spent quite a while hashing out something about streetcars and dealing with my injured arm, then ran out of money and had to spend quite a while herding bureaucrats. The bureaucrats in question were NGO-type bureaucrats, which are definitely the more malignant kind. (Governmental bureaucrats are relatively benign, for whatever reason, largely I think because their funding sources don't depend on how many butts they can cram into whatever programme's seats.)
Why is it that, if you have a physical disability, there's always going to be some particular segment of the population who talks to you like you're three years old or non compos mentis, no matter what you've just said or done in their presence? As the song says, "It's botherin' my miiiind..."
The good news is I think I've managed to escape from the bureaucrats in the most efficacious manner possible -- I go up to Toronto on Monday to sign a contract and take possession of a project and its deliverables. I'm going to be making actual serious money. (voice="Strongbad" HOLY CRAAAAP!) Further on the upside, I may be able to convince the Beneficent State to replace my monitor, on the grounds that I'll need it for work. My newest monitor is eight years old and only does 800x600. *sigh* (On the downside, I can't invoice the new client for a month after starting. Ouch.)
I'm in semi-regular contact with Rustin, and his life is getting interesting. He's planning on moving back out to Portland (OR) late this year or early next year. I wish he had a phone and internet access, though...
Boy, it's been a long summer. I spent quite a while hashing out something about streetcars and dealing with my injured arm, then ran out of money and had to spend quite a while herding bureaucrats. The bureaucrats in question were NGO-type bureaucrats, which are definitely the more malignant kind. (Governmental bureaucrats are relatively benign, for whatever reason, largely I think because their funding sources don't depend on how many butts they can cram into whatever programme's seats.)
Why is it that, if you have a physical disability, there's always going to be some particular segment of the population who talks to you like you're three years old or non compos mentis, no matter what you've just said or done in their presence? As the song says, "It's botherin' my miiiind..."
The good news is I think I've managed to escape from the bureaucrats in the most efficacious manner possible -- I go up to Toronto on Monday to sign a contract and take possession of a project and its deliverables. I'm going to be making actual serious money. (voice="Strongbad" HOLY CRAAAAP!) Further on the upside, I may be able to convince the Beneficent State to replace my monitor, on the grounds that I'll need it for work. My newest monitor is eight years old and only does 800x600. *sigh* (On the downside, I can't invoice the new client for a month after starting. Ouch.)
I'm in semi-regular contact with Rustin, and his life is getting interesting. He's planning on moving back out to Portland (OR) late this year or early next year. I wish he had a phone and internet access, though...
Cool (Score:2)
Is your meeting downtown? I can buy you a coffee, if schedules (etc., etc.) permit.
Like, a real job? (Score:1)
Sorry for answering so late. It is really good news.