Here's What Happened:

I fucked up. I can't go into the details...NDA and all that, and for it to make sense would require some intimate knowledge of the software that I deal with all day anyway. I'm now on a 60-day "improvement plan" thing.

Due to all this, my supervisor had to add this information to my recommendation for the new position that I was trying to get into. Which of course dragged me way down, though they didn't know how the transfer would be affected because ultimately, I guess that was up to HR.

At some point yesterday evening, a particular scenario in this whole situation came to mind where I would still be able to make it through this mess without a problem. I wasn't going to hold my breath, but sometime later, I decided that I knew enough and that it was realistic enough that I could hold onto some shred of hope.

I came into work this morning and grabbed a fortune cookie sitting in my filing cabinet. Cracked it open and got "You will soon have the opportunity to improve your finances." How apropos.

So, I emailed the HR director this morning, said that I understand how I screwed up and I know what I need to fix it and make sure that it didn't happen again. I asked if I had completely shot my chances of getting this position.

I got a response a little while ago, I still have the chance and that I'm supposed to do the best that I can to pull out of this and she would keep in touch with me.

So...I may have shot myself in the foot there, but it's not a terminal injury.

I feel much better.

If only I could say the same for my sister.

To Those Christians On My Friends List...

(or anyone else with an informed opinion)

This is (obviously I think) not my original thought, but it makes sense based on what I know. What do you think? (The hurricane, in this context is just a random example, this isn't debating a particular occurence)

If you believe Jesus is our savior, a hurricane can't be interpretted as punishment by God. By doing so you denounce Christ as our Savior.

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Anyone interested in going to see 300 this weekend...I'm thinking Sunday evening?

Sadly, it won't be IMAX

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*sigh*

Why does nothing go right? Why is everything all messed up? Why is it that I work all day on computers...and then I come home and somethign is always wrong with my computer and I have to work on the computers at home? The new computer, the one that's running XP so nicely and was working perfectly yesterday is now not recognizing its ethernet card. At least, that's what it says when I insert the Cavalier cd and try to run the setup again. SEttings are correct and the internet works. I know this because I'm currently connected by way of The Evil. If The Evil can connect, the internet is ok. Things were better at work today. It was really really slow and like I said before, I haven't killed my chances of getting that new position.

The house is stony silent. It's not peaceful silent, it's...driving me crazy. I will probably go to bed soon.

I've decided that I want to try to go to Greece in 2008 sometime. I told mom this and she's got all these questions...who I'm going with, why I want to go there, how I'll get there, will i take an organized tour, what I'll do, why on earth don't I just take a Caribbean cruise?

Caribbean cruise? I don't know um....those crumbled old Greek temples aren't exactly there in abundance in the Caribbean. Otherwise, I have no blasted clue. I only decided a few days ago that I wanted to go and Haven't really gotten any more detailed than "2008".

Then she tells me I should find a women's group to travel with. Or a singles tour.

A SINGLES TOUR?????? Ew.

I don't know. I'd love to travel by myself. But there are safety considerations and all. But, like I said...I only decided this a few days ago, and there is some time to work it out.

Oh, and then she suggests I email Grandpa for travel tips. Her father. Who I last saw at Grandmom's funeral what...4 years ago? And before that hadn't seen since my senior year of high school. "Hi, Um...remember me? I'm your granddaughter. Can you give me some advise about European travel?"

So mom said she'd email him for me. Apparently, it's one of those that that he will talk anyone's ears off about. Can't say I'm surprised, the little that I do know of him is that he and Louise (his not-wife for as long as anyone can remember) spend almost all of their time country-hopping. When they're not travellig around, they live in one of those condos across the street from the art museum in Philadelphia (If you've ever been to the art museum, you probably know exactly which building it is. They face each other.)

Right now, I'm thinking of going to sleep.