Monday, August 30, 2004
The ex is supposed to give me her response about tuition tommorow. Somehow, I keep thinking no good deed ever goes unpunished. Otherwise, it was a nice start to the week.
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Sunday, August 29, 2004
Things seem pretty stable and I'm trying to keep 'em on an even keel at the start of the school year. Maybe they'll work out. Maybe the ex is planning a humongous new custody fight. At least I didn't have to have the biopsy.
My sister's Boston move was a bust.
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My sister's Boston move was a bust.
Sunday, August 22, 2004
My kid has been back with me for a day, and it's been great. Gearing up for school next week.
I don't often post about politics. Others are more elequent. This link pretty much says it all for me:
http://www.coldfury.com/Sasha/cgi-bin/mt-tb.cgi/4935
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I don't often post about politics. Others are more elequent. This link pretty much says it all for me:
http://www.coldfury.com/Sasha/cgi-bin/mt-tb.cgi/4935
Friday, August 20, 2004
All better now at the end of the week. Talked to my kid today and they'll be home tomorrow. Then school starts next week. Crack those books!
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Tuesday, August 17, 2004
It took a long time to decompress from last weeks scares but by Monday AM I was OK. A get together on Sunday night for my sister who is moving out of town didn't happen. Meanwhile, the ex has my daughter on vacation and icommunicado. Her cell phone suddenly became "out of service". The phone number she left me as she was leaving "couldn't be reached". More drama from the mama.
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Saturday, August 14, 2004
Another disturbed sleep posting. 3:00 AM must be the time when what was bothering me during the day kicks my butt out of bed to see what's on Nick at Night or any recent infomercials. I'm better than the last week, mostly thanks to the great cool, autumn like weather. What happened with the biopsy really still bothers me.
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Friday, August 13, 2004
I removed my last posting because it was too damn depressing. A couple of weeks ago my dentist saw marks on my tongue that she wanted evaluated by an oral surgeon. It turns out that i grind my teeth at night (big surprise) and sometimes chew on the tongue. When I wrote that I needed a biopsy, Google pulled in all kinds of depressing references.
The oral surgeon saw that the marks were gone and there was no biopsy. This was really depressing, especially since I have a lot of end of life issues I have to pursue for my mom.
Worst of all was that during my daughter's Bat Mitzvah many members of the ex's congregation were very insulting to me. I agreed to have it at the ex's congregation because she would never let my daughter have it at mine. One bitch waltzed up to me at my daughter's party and asked which congregation I attended. That was the third time I've told her. Another member asked one of my best friends immediately after the ceremony if I was a good dad. If that bitch has any doubts then she can damn well call the prosecutor. And two entirely unrelated members waltzed up to the podium when the Rabbi called on distant family members. And I attended a cohort group meeting at my daughter's request, out of courtesy to her. I heard many members hold forth with stupid and ignorant opinions. Worst of all was "47 year old I hate my parents because they had money" man. This asshole plunked down good money for his kid's Bat Mitzvah, then read through work papers during the whole meeting. His only comment was that he blamed his parents for not providing a diverse enough environment when he was growing up. Of course, now that he is an alleged adult he can live any damn place he chooses.
This arrogance and level of insult during my daughter's big day is hard to take. It goes hand in glove with similar treatment and "forgetting" to notify me of events by her school. But worst of all was the fear, when I was supposed to have the biopsy, that if I died this would be all my daughter remembers of me.
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The oral surgeon saw that the marks were gone and there was no biopsy. This was really depressing, especially since I have a lot of end of life issues I have to pursue for my mom.
Worst of all was that during my daughter's Bat Mitzvah many members of the ex's congregation were very insulting to me. I agreed to have it at the ex's congregation because she would never let my daughter have it at mine. One bitch waltzed up to me at my daughter's party and asked which congregation I attended. That was the third time I've told her. Another member asked one of my best friends immediately after the ceremony if I was a good dad. If that bitch has any doubts then she can damn well call the prosecutor. And two entirely unrelated members waltzed up to the podium when the Rabbi called on distant family members. And I attended a cohort group meeting at my daughter's request, out of courtesy to her. I heard many members hold forth with stupid and ignorant opinions. Worst of all was "47 year old I hate my parents because they had money" man. This asshole plunked down good money for his kid's Bat Mitzvah, then read through work papers during the whole meeting. His only comment was that he blamed his parents for not providing a diverse enough environment when he was growing up. Of course, now that he is an alleged adult he can live any damn place he chooses.
This arrogance and level of insult during my daughter's big day is hard to take. It goes hand in glove with similar treatment and "forgetting" to notify me of events by her school. But worst of all was the fear, when I was supposed to have the biopsy, that if I died this would be all my daughter remembers of me.
Monday, August 09, 2004
More bummers prevail, mostly about mom's situation. My daughter is on vacation with her drama queen mom, and I've got some medical tests coming up. I'd better go study for them now.
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Saturday, August 07, 2004
It is important to pass on this piece of wisdom:
Al Swearengen: "In life you have to do a lot of things you don't fucking want to do. Many times, that's what the fuck life is... one vile fucking task after another.” "Deadwood"
Also, as Cappy ages (rapidly) and yet continues to answer the whining, er, call of desparate project managers the horizon of mechanical aptitude continues to shrink. Put in simple Engrish, you can be a software guy or a hardware guy but not both. Show me a man who changes the oil on his car in a manly way and I'll show you a man with techincal skills that stopped at IDMS version 5.7! Not me. If that repair cannot be completed within 30 minutes max, it gets deferred until lazy eights. This indeed may be a call to ditch the SQLPad in favor of MONDOHONDOCONDO.
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Al Swearengen: "In life you have to do a lot of things you don't fucking want to do. Many times, that's what the fuck life is... one vile fucking task after another.” "Deadwood"
Also, as Cappy ages (rapidly) and yet continues to answer the whining, er, call of desparate project managers the horizon of mechanical aptitude continues to shrink. Put in simple Engrish, you can be a software guy or a hardware guy but not both. Show me a man who changes the oil on his car in a manly way and I'll show you a man with techincal skills that stopped at IDMS version 5.7! Not me. If that repair cannot be completed within 30 minutes max, it gets deferred until lazy eights. This indeed may be a call to ditch the SQLPad in favor of MONDOHONDOCONDO.
Jazz After Hours Posting
Most of the week has been involved with chasing after financial affairs for my mom, who will be 89 in a month. She's on a waiting list for a nursing facility and I have to keep the $ available for it. My sister will be moving out of town in a week, so it's up to me entirely now.
DaughterSQL will be going away on vacation with her mom for two weeks. I'll miss her a lot. My daughter, not her mom. Work has been going pretty well, busy enough but without crisis. The manager of Database Support quit and nobody in the company applied for the job. They haven't had any candidates apply from the outside either. Same is true for another support DBA job in secondary technology. I've heard the market is getting better, and this may be an indication of it. Hey guys, I thought there was supposed to be an ulimited supply of cheap techies somewhere offshore. The pendulum swings both ways, baby.
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Most of the week has been involved with chasing after financial affairs for my mom, who will be 89 in a month. She's on a waiting list for a nursing facility and I have to keep the $ available for it. My sister will be moving out of town in a week, so it's up to me entirely now.
DaughterSQL will be going away on vacation with her mom for two weeks. I'll miss her a lot. My daughter, not her mom. Work has been going pretty well, busy enough but without crisis. The manager of Database Support quit and nobody in the company applied for the job. They haven't had any candidates apply from the outside either. Same is true for another support DBA job in secondary technology. I've heard the market is getting better, and this may be an indication of it. Hey guys, I thought there was supposed to be an ulimited supply of cheap techies somewhere offshore. The pendulum swings both ways, baby.
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
More blogging now, brought to you by a busted Vapor Pressure Valve and new "improved" (untested) dial-in procedures at work. Merely speed bumps in the road of life.
So I call in and get voice mail every hour. As per usual, the Project Manager did not understand my explicit message to him last Friday that Wrecking Production is bad. And wrong. Of course, as project load monkeys it is our holy mission in life to load all tables with whatever reject scripts any project development team has at hand at any time at top priority! This brings up the question:
Would Dogs Be Good Project Managers?
On the pro side, dogs seem to be single minded. They could hump your leg to try to get their load requests done faster if logic and data scrubbing and project planning don't work. On the other hand, cats are more devious.
Anyhow, due to mechanical failure and madatory sales (sales?) training I'm incommunicado now. At least from the work point of view.
Voted today on a school levy. I took my daughter with me. Another painfull reminder that I don't have to ask anyone's permission or advice to cast a free vote. This includes advice from the people who insulted me during her big event this summer. I think she gets the message and I do not plan to hammer it home. But I will not hesitate to bring it up when necessary.
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So I call in and get voice mail every hour. As per usual, the Project Manager did not understand my explicit message to him last Friday that Wrecking Production is bad. And wrong. Of course, as project load monkeys it is our holy mission in life to load all tables with whatever reject scripts any project development team has at hand at any time at top priority! This brings up the question:
Would Dogs Be Good Project Managers?
On the pro side, dogs seem to be single minded. They could hump your leg to try to get their load requests done faster if logic and data scrubbing and project planning don't work. On the other hand, cats are more devious.
Anyhow, due to mechanical failure and madatory sales (sales?) training I'm incommunicado now. At least from the work point of view.
Voted today on a school levy. I took my daughter with me. Another painfull reminder that I don't have to ask anyone's permission or advice to cast a free vote. This includes advice from the people who insulted me during her big event this summer. I think she gets the message and I do not plan to hammer it home. But I will not hesitate to bring it up when necessary.
Monday, August 02, 2004
Had our mandatory fun motivation seminar today. The Zig Ziglar seminar mostly seemed to be involved with investments. It was secondarily involved with religion. My company picked up the tab, including me not being at the office. Net impact - not signed up for seminars, not changing any beliefs. The football speakers were good to see, and Rudy G is always great!
Not much day to day hassle with the ex but the insults from her friends this summer at my kid's big event are deep and will be around for a long time. Too bad they said them.
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Not much day to day hassle with the ex but the insults from her friends this summer at my kid's big event are deep and will be around for a long time. Too bad they said them.
