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Comment Not Exactly... (Score 1) 390

There's plenty of places where running around with an external harddive would seem very suspicious (or an outright violation), but a music player is, well, just a music player, right?

Wrong. I've worked for large corporations, and all of them subjected me to bag checks at the door (entering and leaving), and all of them strictly prohibited any type of electronic or magnetic storage devices. I had a pocket organizer that had no data ports of any kind, and I couldn't take it in the building, even though it was essentially as functional as a pad of paper.

There was one instance when a manager jumped my case when I had a floppy disk that was given to me by HR when I needed to transfer some files when I moved from one workstation to another.

If there's a big network and an even partially competent IT or building supervisor, storage devices like that are right out.
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Journal Journal: Getting Better

I'm just about over the problems that I reported last post. I've stopped being so bored with everything and have gotten back into the swing of things; namely coding.

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Journal Journal: Off Balance

If there's one thing that I absolutely can't stand, it's existential quandaries. And I'm stuck in one right now. It's not like it has been in the past, but it's bad nonetheless.

I'm just really confused. I will be without a job in less than 2 weeks, and I'm not very close to getting my stuff filled out for the National Emergency Grant or for unemployment.

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Journal Journal: Various Forms of Badness

My ex, Fawn, is trying to invade my life. She's basically recruiting any of my friends that she can, and indoctrinating them to believe that I am a loser, and Rhi is a slut. She showed up at Jason's work yesterday with Jaine (one of her fuck-buddies) to talk to him.

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Journal Journal: They Don't Hunger Anymore

I had a post on Monday, I swear. Something ate it. Maybe it was Jason's imaginary pet Ferret, Heimdall. It won't be too long before Heimdall is no longer imaginary, though. Jason wants to buy one ASAP. I'm inclined to conceed another furry body in the house, as is Rhi.
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Journal Journal: They Still Hunger...

Yup. Still haven't gone food shopping yet. We've overdrawn our bank account, spent most of the cash that we had on hand, and bounced a check, all in the past 3 days, meaning that food is a thing of the past, and probably the far, far future.

Money is really, tight, but I don't want to talk about that. I get enough of that at home already.

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Journal Journal: They Hunger...

So I went and saw Pirates of the Caribbean last night, and I was quite impressed with everything that I saw. I knew nothing about this movie when I went to go see it, but the presence of the word 'pirates' in the title was more than enough to entice me. Not only did I have a good time, but I've got to admit that it was probably one of the best movies that I've seen in a while. The story was great, the characters were likeable and balanced, and the special effects were awesome!

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Journal Journal: Sooo. . . Tired . . . .

I think that I need to sleep for about a week. I got so badly sunburned (sunburnt?) while camping that sleeping isn't much fun. Neither is getting up at 10 AM to take your girlfriend to her new job across town despite the fact that you went to bed at about 4:30 AM because your roomate started you talking about boats, and didn't go to sleep until 5 or 5:30 AM because your skin feels like it's been rubbed with 100-grit sandpaper and tabasco sauce for hours on end, and once you've finally gotten
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Journal Journal: So Close

I'm sitting here at work, and I almost told a customer "blowjobs and boobies."

Let me explain.

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Journal Journal: I Saw It Coming, Did You?

As one would imagine, I wasn't able to get everything done by the camping trip. Not only am I not finished with all of my gear, but I wasn't able to get the day off!

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Journal Journal: The Mystery that is Coke

I don't drink Coke for the taste anymore. I drink it for the antibiotic properties. Seriously though, have you ever seen any animal live when submerged in Coke? If you drop a small insect into Coke it dissolves within a minute, as the carbonic acid eats through the protective exoskeleton like boiling water through icecream. I've never heard of anyone getting sick because their Coke went sour or bad. All other forms of food go bad with time; milk becomes cottage cheese, potatoes become sl

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Journal Journal: Life, or Something Like It

Once more I've managed to squeak past some rather difficult events with nary a scratch on me. This instance hinges on the fact that Rhiannon's 21st birthday took place the day before yesterday. As usual, I slacked off and put everything off until the last second. I ended up planning out the secret party last Friday, and inviting everyone on Sunday afternoon. I am a slacker of titanic proportions.

I'm also the luckiest fucker alive.
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Journal Journal: Cosas y Recuerdas

I can't fscking believe it. I had a BIG FREAKING post, and the STUPID DEFECTIVE proxy server lost it.

Let me explain: while I am serving my 8 hour tenure in damnation (work) as I am right now, I make it a point to waste as much company time, resources, and bandwidth as possible. Hence, that's why I usually only post in my journal every other day. I'm part time, and a slacker to boot. Deal with it.
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Journal Journal: Winding Down

It hit home today exactly how much of a slacker I've been recently. I mean, I sit around all day and play video games. Shit, just last yesterday alone me, Rhiannon and Jason played Battlefield 1942 for something like 13 hours straight! Our apartment needs cleaning, as does my room, not to mention me and my clothes. I'm sure that I'm pissing Jason off with my stench.

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