Journal Journal: Ooooh.... A journal...
Oddly enough, this is the sort of thing I've been seeking for quite a while. I can vent here about most topics, and nobody really knows who I am. Hell, if anyone reads this, I'll probably be shocked.
Yay!
Slashdot's probably had the thing since at least the last major software rollover, and probably longer. It took someone pointing out something in his own journal (thanks, gmac) to get me to realize it was here. That happens a lot with me -- I completely miss something until it's not only put on a silver platter for me, but then someone needs to add lots of signs and a large orchestra to it for me to notice. Even then, I usually need to see someone else (anonymous or not) using it before I pick it up. Very occasionally, I'll be the one driving the bandwagon, but more often, I'm the one helping others on while letting them think I'm the driver.
News in my life.... Let's see... New job starts tonight. Manager at the Dairy Queen. Yep -- I got the promotion, and it makes at least $7 an hour.
No, wait. That was last night's dream. Reality is different. I've moved on from desktop support in a small oil company to work in a NOC (network operations center for those of you not in the know). Sort of small potatoes kind of thing (the job, not the NOC); I'm going from a desktop guru to a relative server novice compared to some of the people with whom I'll be working. There are some familiar faces there, so it won't be too difficult, but shifting to a 10pm-10am shift in a few days has been hard. Luckily, they have free sodas in the fridge, and I'm taking sandwich fixins in. From 10pm to about 7am, it'll just be me and the guard, and he'll usually be too busy on patrols to notice me much. As it is, I can feel my eyes slightly burning from staying up all night in my last free night. I go to bed in about an hour.
The upside is a real kicker, though. Dual OC-3 connections. 155Mbps. I mean..... *Damn* Want a page? Done. Want to download something? Done. Only thing is that the owner went with cheap little computers with no burners. Bleh. Maybe I do need a laptop with a burner, after all.
Oh, and the career part. That's a Very Good Thing(TM). I've been wanting into system security for some time now. The last place didn't respond well to what I wanted. I tried subtlety for six months by trying to get noticed as a security-minded individual, and then I said, "I'd like a security-related job." The silence in response was deafening. I gave them almost three months to come up with something. Hell, we had a major virus incident only a couple of weeks before I stated my desires out loud, and they still made no move to put in a security guru. I guess they don't much care. They will the next time a security lapse happens. And then I will laugh. Oh, yes, I will laugh.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. (Sleep deprivation = bad) The new job opens a lot of possibilities for studying and even test taking, which is encouraged by the upper staff. I've always been a Windows guy, not so much because I didn't like other OSes, but because I didn't have someone to show me the basics. Now I'll have Sun worktstations, Linux servers, Unix boxes, and C... I know the company.... Don't tell me... CISCO! (I said I was tired, dammit.)
Last note: I'm gonna kill the upstairs neighbors one of these days. A couple and their baby (well, maybe I'll leave the baby alone). For all I can figure, they don't work at all, since their car never leaves, and while I've reported the noise all day and often all night to the office, they have still not quieted down. I'm sure most of it is normal child-rearing, but for the sake of peace, get a ground-floor apartment! Let someone quiet move in upstairs, or at least keep in mind the fact that someone lives downstairs. I'm sure I get a little noisy every so often, but it's not a constant thing, and I'm also not screaming at my crying one-year-old (not that I have one) at 3am to shut up and go to sleep, as the kid's dad does about once a week.
I'm done. Time for a snack, some milk, and then bed. Goodnight. Or something.
