teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
Spring, it seems, is here, if only after at least five hours' warming of the area by the sun. Even though it means that the hated summer is fast approaching, I still found it nice to ride home comfortably in shirtsleeves and shorts. It was especially nice this afternoon at work, too-- we were doing a plot plan for some dude in Lake Forest Park, and the lot was neatly bisected by McAleer Creek, which gave the whole thing a charmingly bucolic pastoral feel-- I mean, if you could ignore the traffic on Bothell way and the gawking joggers on the Burke-Gilman. Jesus. You'd think those people had never seen a damn tripod before, the way some of 'em were rubbernecking.

Also, I did contours for the first time today, and they actually came out not too terribly far off how they should have-- I still have some minor editing to do, but the plat I'm working on is just about ready for a lot layout.

Oh, and I got a raise, too. Only about 6.6%, but as [livejournal.com profile] queueball pointed out, that's still a lot better than an average cost-of-living increase, which is apparently around 3%. Pretty cool, considering I've only been a full employee for about a month. So... yeah. Go me.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
Spring, it seems, is here, if only after at least five hours' warming of the area by the sun. Even though it means that the hated summer is fast approaching, I still found it nice to ride home comfortably in shirtsleeves and shorts. It was especially nice this afternoon at work, too-- we were doing a plot plan for some dude in Lake Forest Park, and the lot was neatly bisected by McAleer Creek, which gave the whole thing a charmingly bucolic pastoral feel-- I mean, if you could ignore the traffic on Bothell way and the gawking joggers on the Burke-Gilman. Jesus. You'd think those people had never seen a damn tripod before, the way some of 'em were rubbernecking.

Also, I did contours for the first time today, and they actually came out not too terribly far off how they should have-- I still have some minor editing to do, but the plat I'm working on is just about ready for a lot layout.

Oh, and I got a raise, too. Only about 6.6%, but as [livejournal.com profile] queueball pointed out, that's still a lot better than an average cost-of-living increase, which is apparently around 3%. Pretty cool, considering I've only been a full employee for about a month. So... yeah. Go me.

Workyness

Nov. 28th, 2005 05:01 pm
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Today, in the yard of the first house we did, there was a dog, notable only in that, when I petted it to calm it down, I actually experienced no urge to wring its beastly neck, which is kind of a first for me. There was also a friggin' enormous rosemary bush, through which I had to fight to reach a deck corner. I now smell like I've been run over by my mother's spice rack... well, that or a really savory chicken somebody decided to season the bejesus out of, I think.

Supposed to snow tonight. If it does, I have no idea what I'm going to do to get to work tomorrow.

In a couple of weeks, almost all of my favorite people, save two or three, will be in Seattle. It's going to be a great season.

Workyness

Nov. 28th, 2005 05:01 pm
teiresias: (Default)
Today, in the yard of the first house we did, there was a dog, notable only in that, when I petted it to calm it down, I actually experienced no urge to wring its beastly neck, which is kind of a first for me. There was also a friggin' enormous rosemary bush, through which I had to fight to reach a deck corner. I now smell like I've been run over by my mother's spice rack... well, that or a really savory chicken somebody decided to season the bejesus out of, I think.

Supposed to snow tonight. If it does, I have no idea what I'm going to do to get to work tomorrow.

In a couple of weeks, almost all of my favorite people, save two or three, will be in Seattle. It's going to be a great season.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
Today, I used a CAD program for the first time, and it was awesome.

I all-but-completely mapped one of the sites my uncle and I surveyed last week, and I only had to redo one part of it-- the fence line, in case anyone cares, because I forgot to put text in it. I think it's mostly done, save a few labels here and there, unless the boss wants the topography on there too. The program itself was pretty easy to use, once I got a feel for the ten (... or more?) different tool sets available. I should have most of the operations pretty much down within another day, I think.

Once given the opportunity to experiment and accomplish specific tasks, I pick up new technology very easily. I'm not sure if it's an innate talent or just the result of the early grounding in computers I received in elementary school, but I'm grateful for it either way.

Not, however, as grateful as I am to my uncle for giving me this opportunity, or for the fact that I love my job.

Nepotism: it makes the world go 'round.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
Today, I used a CAD program for the first time, and it was awesome.

I all-but-completely mapped one of the sites my uncle and I surveyed last week, and I only had to redo one part of it-- the fence line, in case anyone cares, because I forgot to put text in it. I think it's mostly done, save a few labels here and there, unless the boss wants the topography on there too. The program itself was pretty easy to use, once I got a feel for the ten (... or more?) different tool sets available. I should have most of the operations pretty much down within another day, I think.

Once given the opportunity to experiment and accomplish specific tasks, I pick up new technology very easily. I'm not sure if it's an innate talent or just the result of the early grounding in computers I received in elementary school, but I'm grateful for it either way.

Not, however, as grateful as I am to my uncle for giving me this opportunity, or for the fact that I love my job.

Nepotism: it makes the world go 'round.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
I know that this is based entirely on one day's experience, but so far? I love my new job.

First off, it's cool purely for the chance to spend a lot of time with my uncle, who's from my dad's side of the family and thus someone I rarely see. My dad also freely admits that said uncle was and is the smartest of all six siblings, at least in terms of reasoning ability, and I believe it; I feel like I've learned more today than I have in the past four months. I now know at least the basic functions of some fairly sophisticated electronic measuring devices, as well as the names of about fifteen different kinds of rods, stakes, spikes and associated miscellanea.

Today was about evenly split between office orientation and actual fieldwork, and [livejournal.com profile] zanthraxis, I can see why you love this stuff so much, because it felt great to be both outdoors moving around and exercising my brain at the same time. Of course, today was also clear and cool with scattered clouds, so I'm well aware that when it's cold and rainy and windy I'll probably be loving the fieldwork a lot less-- to say nothing of my commute-- but I've come to the conclusion that, no matter how inclement the weather, this job beats out any data-entry slave work I could get anywhere else, which is about all that's open to me in the corporate world.

Must buy uncle really, really nice Xmas present.

Plus, my working days are totally flexible-- I'm starting off doing three days a week for now, though I was told that there's enough to be done that I could go straight to five if I so desire. I want to see about bartending school and/or that editorial internship first, though. Regardless of how I eventually divide my time, I'm being paid well enough that I should be able to move out by February/March. That is SUCH a relief, I can't even tell you. I miss the independence I had in NY like crazy.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
I know that this is based entirely on one day's experience, but so far? I love my new job.

First off, it's cool purely for the chance to spend a lot of time with my uncle, who's from my dad's side of the family and thus someone I rarely see. My dad also freely admits that said uncle was and is the smartest of all six siblings, at least in terms of reasoning ability, and I believe it; I feel like I've learned more today than I have in the past four months. I now know at least the basic functions of some fairly sophisticated electronic measuring devices, as well as the names of about fifteen different kinds of rods, stakes, spikes and associated miscellanea.

Today was about evenly split between office orientation and actual fieldwork, and [livejournal.com profile] zanthraxis, I can see why you love this stuff so much, because it felt great to be both outdoors moving around and exercising my brain at the same time. Of course, today was also clear and cool with scattered clouds, so I'm well aware that when it's cold and rainy and windy I'll probably be loving the fieldwork a lot less-- to say nothing of my commute-- but I've come to the conclusion that, no matter how inclement the weather, this job beats out any data-entry slave work I could get anywhere else, which is about all that's open to me in the corporate world.

Must buy uncle really, really nice Xmas present.

Plus, my working days are totally flexible-- I'm starting off doing three days a week for now, though I was told that there's enough to be done that I could go straight to five if I so desire. I want to see about bartending school and/or that editorial internship first, though. Regardless of how I eventually divide my time, I'm being paid well enough that I should be able to move out by February/March. That is SUCH a relief, I can't even tell you. I miss the independence I had in NY like crazy.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
So, it's about as official as it's going to get: a week from today, I'll be starting orientation at my uncle's surveying company in Bothell.

This job will, I think, be awesome for several reasons: first and foremost, the office is right on the Burke-Gilman Trail, which, for those uninitiated in the ways of Seattle, is a bike path that used to be a railroad, running through the city. I'll be able to ride my bike to work, which will save me from traffic and get me my exercise in one fell swoop. Also, I will learn how to use GPS systems and computer drafting software and all manner of neat procedures, which can only help me later in life. The company also has about 5 employees, which means I'll learn a lot of other things about running a small business, which I can also see being quite useful.

[livejournal.com profile] priorysion once said to me that he'd do just about anything to avoid the 9-to-5 daily grind, and after my recent brush with corporate America, I'm inclined to agree with him. The hours of this new job will, of course, actually be 8 to 5, but a significant portion of that will be fieldwork, actually going out and surveying sites, and to begin with, I'll only be going in three days a week.

Still not sure what I'm going to do with the remaining time-- there's an editorial internship with Seattle Magazine I'm thinking about, as well as a bartending course. I feel like bartending, besides giving flexible hours and lots of potential extra income, might afford me the opportunity to observe enough fascinating human interaction that I might actually be inspired to write fiction again. That, and I would avoid the aforementioned daily grind. I think that that, more than anything else, is the key to happiness.

Despite recent evidence, it may be that I do not, in fact, suck at life.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
So, it's about as official as it's going to get: a week from today, I'll be starting orientation at my uncle's surveying company in Bothell.

This job will, I think, be awesome for several reasons: first and foremost, the office is right on the Burke-Gilman Trail, which, for those uninitiated in the ways of Seattle, is a bike path that used to be a railroad, running through the city. I'll be able to ride my bike to work, which will save me from traffic and get me my exercise in one fell swoop. Also, I will learn how to use GPS systems and computer drafting software and all manner of neat procedures, which can only help me later in life. The company also has about 5 employees, which means I'll learn a lot of other things about running a small business, which I can also see being quite useful.

[livejournal.com profile] priorysion once said to me that he'd do just about anything to avoid the 9-to-5 daily grind, and after my recent brush with corporate America, I'm inclined to agree with him. The hours of this new job will, of course, actually be 8 to 5, but a significant portion of that will be fieldwork, actually going out and surveying sites, and to begin with, I'll only be going in three days a week.

Still not sure what I'm going to do with the remaining time-- there's an editorial internship with Seattle Magazine I'm thinking about, as well as a bartending course. I feel like bartending, besides giving flexible hours and lots of potential extra income, might afford me the opportunity to observe enough fascinating human interaction that I might actually be inspired to write fiction again. That, and I would avoid the aforementioned daily grind. I think that that, more than anything else, is the key to happiness.

Despite recent evidence, it may be that I do not, in fact, suck at life.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
My boyfriend is an awesome cook.

Perhaps I admire this quality in him more than most people would, seeing as I myself am only an indifferent (or, more accurately, uninspired) cook. Given sufficient time to become familiar with a given recipe, I can produce some truly tasty things, but I can't just look at a fridge/cupboard/whatever, take random ingredients off the shelves, and somehow compose something that manages to be delicious without ever once glancing at a cookbook. My boyfriend, however, can do this, as was demonstrated anew for me last night, and the phenomenon pleases me even as it confounds me.

To add to the happy, yesterday was also my last day at the Soul-Crushing Temple of Bitchery, also known as the Nameless for Legal Reasons Bio-Tech Company at which I've been working. The experience has taught me that I will never work in corporate America for less than $100k a year, because DAMN that place was bleak and joyless; the fact that it was in Redmond was only toxic icing on the moldy, worm-eaten cake. I met ONE genuinely nice person the entire time I was there, and everyone else was either fake or simply awful. Of course, if I had to work at that place for long, I'd be that way too, I'm sure. Must be something about the psychic fallout of making one's living off the suffering of others.

All life is an education, and I have learned something valuable from this bad experience... several things, in fact, especially when the entire past week is taken into consideration. My self-righteous arrogance, however, survives intact. It'll probably take extensive deprogramming to shake that one.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
My boyfriend is an awesome cook.

Perhaps I admire this quality in him more than most people would, seeing as I myself am only an indifferent (or, more accurately, uninspired) cook. Given sufficient time to become familiar with a given recipe, I can produce some truly tasty things, but I can't just look at a fridge/cupboard/whatever, take random ingredients off the shelves, and somehow compose something that manages to be delicious without ever once glancing at a cookbook. My boyfriend, however, can do this, as was demonstrated anew for me last night, and the phenomenon pleases me even as it confounds me.

To add to the happy, yesterday was also my last day at the Soul-Crushing Temple of Bitchery, also known as the Nameless for Legal Reasons Bio-Tech Company at which I've been working. The experience has taught me that I will never work in corporate America for less than $100k a year, because DAMN that place was bleak and joyless; the fact that it was in Redmond was only toxic icing on the moldy, worm-eaten cake. I met ONE genuinely nice person the entire time I was there, and everyone else was either fake or simply awful. Of course, if I had to work at that place for long, I'd be that way too, I'm sure. Must be something about the psychic fallout of making one's living off the suffering of others.

All life is an education, and I have learned something valuable from this bad experience... several things, in fact, especially when the entire past week is taken into consideration. My self-righteous arrogance, however, survives intact. It'll probably take extensive deprogramming to shake that one.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
Landing of the good starship [livejournal.com profile] cherrysher: t-minus three days.

I just realized that this coming weekend will mark my first trip to Oregon since high school. That, I must say, is far too long-- I dearly love the state, despite (or, really, because of) its manifest crazinesses. Though really, being from Washington as I am, I'm hardly one to tar others with the crazy brush. For example, it's much easier to get by in Portland without a car than it is in Seattle.

The surfeit of fast, reliable public transport is one of the only purely material things I miss about the East Coast, lemme tell ya.

The plan, as I currently understand it, is to take the Greyhound down to Portland on Friday, and thence to get a ride to Eugene. ([livejournal.com profile] cherrysher, I'll call you tomorrow if you don't call me first? Oh, and bring something Goth-y to wear. :))

It's an adventure like in days of old for a while, and then, god willing, I'll have some deathly-dull temp job to replenish my sadly anemic bank account. It's not the ideal way to earn one's bread, of course, but it rarely happens that people in my stage in life can do much better, at least without some trade-specific education, which I of course don't have, having chosen pure learning over practicality.

And frustrating as my current situation is, not being given the chance to prove what I know I can do, I don't regret that choice. I have the rest of my life to look for jobs, but that opportunity only really comes once in a lifetime. And, of course, most people live and die without ever knowing the joy with which I've already, at this early date, been blessed. I don't think I remember that as often as I should. Though my ego insists that I should have everything out right! NOW! I don't, but that's okay. I still don't necessarily like it, but then I am nothing if not a superlative narcissist.

So, it's off to another interview tomorrow, then a concert and then, my non-homosexual life partner arriveth. Life, really, is pretty damn good.

Be well, all.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
Landing of the good starship [livejournal.com profile] cherrysher: t-minus three days.

I just realized that this coming weekend will mark my first trip to Oregon since high school. That, I must say, is far too long-- I dearly love the state, despite (or, really, because of) its manifest crazinesses. Though really, being from Washington as I am, I'm hardly one to tar others with the crazy brush. For example, it's much easier to get by in Portland without a car than it is in Seattle.

The surfeit of fast, reliable public transport is one of the only purely material things I miss about the East Coast, lemme tell ya.

The plan, as I currently understand it, is to take the Greyhound down to Portland on Friday, and thence to get a ride to Eugene. ([livejournal.com profile] cherrysher, I'll call you tomorrow if you don't call me first? Oh, and bring something Goth-y to wear. :))

It's an adventure like in days of old for a while, and then, god willing, I'll have some deathly-dull temp job to replenish my sadly anemic bank account. It's not the ideal way to earn one's bread, of course, but it rarely happens that people in my stage in life can do much better, at least without some trade-specific education, which I of course don't have, having chosen pure learning over practicality.

And frustrating as my current situation is, not being given the chance to prove what I know I can do, I don't regret that choice. I have the rest of my life to look for jobs, but that opportunity only really comes once in a lifetime. And, of course, most people live and die without ever knowing the joy with which I've already, at this early date, been blessed. I don't think I remember that as often as I should. Though my ego insists that I should have everything out right! NOW! I don't, but that's okay. I still don't necessarily like it, but then I am nothing if not a superlative narcissist.

So, it's off to another interview tomorrow, then a concert and then, my non-homosexual life partner arriveth. Life, really, is pretty damn good.

Be well, all.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
In re: my last post, [livejournal.com profile] jilocasin managed magically to make me feel better, as he always does, and while I'm still unemployed, I suppose I can see how that's better than having a job I almost certainly would have hated. After all, nothing that comes out of Bellevue can be of the good.

So, I've started another round of emailing, and to use some personal contacts this time, which I was hoping to not have to do. It was a bit important to me to feel as though I'd done something myself, that I'd gotten a job based solely on the merits of my résumé and nothing else... that, however, has fallen by the wayside. Personal contacts make the world go 'round, so let's just hope they manage to make my world revolve a little faster, because it's been almost two months now and I'd like to have some progress to show for it, if that's all right.

In other news, I've been invited by the Cult of Personality himself to Fadó on Monday to hear his band The Senate play and, one devoutly hopes, have some fun, because I need some. Any of you who will be in the area and free at the time, and might be interested in going, do let me know-- it starts at 10 PM, though I'd be quite amenable to doing something beforehand as well.
teiresias: (from <lj user="swankyfunk">)
In re: my last post, [livejournal.com profile] jilocasin managed magically to make me feel better, as he always does, and while I'm still unemployed, I suppose I can see how that's better than having a job I almost certainly would have hated. After all, nothing that comes out of Bellevue can be of the good.

So, I've started another round of emailing, and to use some personal contacts this time, which I was hoping to not have to do. It was a bit important to me to feel as though I'd done something myself, that I'd gotten a job based solely on the merits of my résumé and nothing else... that, however, has fallen by the wayside. Personal contacts make the world go 'round, so let's just hope they manage to make my world revolve a little faster, because it's been almost two months now and I'd like to have some progress to show for it, if that's all right.

In other news, I've been invited by the Cult of Personality himself to Fadó on Monday to hear his band The Senate play and, one devoutly hopes, have some fun, because I need some. Any of you who will be in the area and free at the time, and might be interested in going, do let me know-- it starts at 10 PM, though I'd be quite amenable to doing something beforehand as well.
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Another no on the job front-- I would have to have had formal customer service experience in Italian/banking, which I don't, and it would have saved me a lot of trouble and phone time if they'd just told me that in the first damn place, but at least now I know. All things considered, it's a good thing, seeing as the job itself sounds horribly dull and the commute would have eaten up countless hours of my life better spent on other things, but even though it was hardly my dream job, the rejection still smarts.

I'm very, very tired of doing nothing except interview for nebulous things that never materialize in any useful way. I'm at the point where I'm depressed because I didn't get something I didn't even want, and that's a bad sign.

All I want is for somebody, anybody, to give me the means to move out and regain some semblance of financial independence. Is that so much to ask?
teiresias: (akaten)
Another no on the job front-- I would have to have had formal customer service experience in Italian/banking, which I don't, and it would have saved me a lot of trouble and phone time if they'd just told me that in the first damn place, but at least now I know. All things considered, it's a good thing, seeing as the job itself sounds horribly dull and the commute would have eaten up countless hours of my life better spent on other things, but even though it was hardly my dream job, the rejection still smarts.

I'm very, very tired of doing nothing except interview for nebulous things that never materialize in any useful way. I'm at the point where I'm depressed because I didn't get something I didn't even want, and that's a bad sign.

All I want is for somebody, anybody, to give me the means to move out and regain some semblance of financial independence. Is that so much to ask?
teiresias: (akaten)
Tomorrow, the 'rents go off to Victoria for their anniversary, leaving me the house for a few days. It's funny-- back in high school, I would've been jumping for joy at the prospect of that, but now, having the place empty of family just makes me feel like even more of a guest, a transient. I love my family, a lot, but being back here in my childhood room after years away is just... disheartening. I feel like I'm moving inexorably backward, settling slowly into some despair-laden pit of slackerdom.

All is not lost, though. I have my Italian interview tomorrow, which should go well, especially considering all the brush-up translating I've been doing, and even though working in Bellevue seems like nothing so much as death, the job itself sounds somewhat interesting, and if they pay me enough, I'll do just about anything.

Other potential jobs are on the horizon, as well; therefore, independence is not out of reach.  I'd just like some idea of what the next phase of it all is going to be.
teiresias: (akaten)
Tomorrow, the 'rents go off to Victoria for their anniversary, leaving me the house for a few days. It's funny-- back in high school, I would've been jumping for joy at the prospect of that, but now, having the place empty of family just makes me feel like even more of a guest, a transient. I love my family, a lot, but being back here in my childhood room after years away is just... disheartening. I feel like I'm moving inexorably backward, settling slowly into some despair-laden pit of slackerdom.

All is not lost, though. I have my Italian interview tomorrow, which should go well, especially considering all the brush-up translating I've been doing, and even though working in Bellevue seems like nothing so much as death, the job itself sounds somewhat interesting, and if they pay me enough, I'll do just about anything.

Other potential jobs are on the horizon, as well; therefore, independence is not out of reach.  I'd just like some idea of what the next phase of it all is going to be.

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