I listen to this podcast. Ric talks like he wants to help out the little guy, but he is really fishing for customers. Not a bad plan.
You have to have $75k for his firm to create an account for you.
If everyone was smart about their money, how different would the world really be?
It was an adventure getting my phone back. I called via the Internet the moment I realized it was still in this guys car. No response. I got a hold of his wife and told them to send me an email so I could call them back to work out something. I left messages.
I waited for an email for two hours. I told them I could get the phone the next morning. I got an arrogant response a half hour after I stopped waiting.
The guy gives me the impression of one of those government workers that can't get fired... I work with a few now. Well, used to.
Anyway, he said his family was leaving early. You don't want to play that game with me. I'll be at your bed side before you wake up!
I called my friend and told him that we should go earlier then the reasonable 9am as put in the email. We had the wrong address but fortunately they lived in the same compound. The security guard called ahead. Well, I called earlier and left a message.
I had to get buzzed in the building too but the number was busy? Some guy walked out and I grabbed the door. He questioned if i lived there and just flashed the paper I got from the guard. "Here to pick something up."
Got to the apartment, and got my phone from his wife. Saw a bunch of kids in the background.
As I walked away, I remembered my alarm on the phone is set for 5:45am. I smiled. I hope it woke them up.
Facts:
* She calls at midnight to invite me. Who in their right mind calls at that time? I assume she thought I'd be asleep and might not get the message in time...
* I had to coax the rest of the information out of her. Why would you invite someone and then hesitently give them more info?
* Past history.
* I confirmed if I needed an apartment number. I swear I repeated the address.
* She said it was off of king once but this address was not near it.
* The phone was unexpected and could not have been planed.
* I might have mixed up the address, there where Town houses across the street. I wasn't about to go on a goose chase.
I found my self yelling. "Why would she do this?" I know some woman who just can't say no. I respect the response "Not interested" although I would rather here the truth. Even if it was like the following.
"Do you know what your problem is? Aside from being a really ugly bastage?"
Had I been like pretty boy Jeff or Spencer, would I have gotten this treatment? I doubt it.
It is better to love in vain than to accept reality sometimes.
One last note. I was in no rush to get home that night. I was just going to walk until I came across a cab. The road started going west and I lived east so I started to look for cabs driving by.
As I was slowly walking home, I was about to curse when I yelled, shaking my fists at the sky. "If you really care about me, send me a cab now!"
I turned around and there was one! I waved it down and went home.
It would take too long to list the grievances. Just kidding.
My cousin will get home from s Church mission next week. Hard to believe it has been two years.
Two years and not a penny richer? It's all that riotous living that keeps me from being a rich man.
I told my niece once that the moon didn't produce it's own light. I don't think she believed me. She was instructed not to listen to me. It was all in good fun. Oh well.
I took a walk last night. The snow/clouds cleared up enough to get a good look. I missed the eclipse or whatever I heard people talking about on the radio.
Did they shoot down that satellite? I guess I'll have to check the news.
Might as well be. I'm not using them. :)
Ah, life is great. I hope I bring many joys to other people's lives because I get almost Jack from most of them. (And he is a great guy.)
I grow tired of proving I can do my job and that I might actually be good at it. Just add that to the list things people don't give a shiz about.
What is thy bidding, my Master?
I missed a dinner opportunity the other day. I was looking forward all day. in fact, it was the only thing that got me through the day.
I lost my cell phone during the day. I assumed I had the right address so I pressed on. I had a roommate drop me off.
I knocked on all 12 doors at the apartment complex I was lead to. Of course I wished I had my phone.
I finally got home and called her on my Internet phone. She didn't hear me the first couple times. I just thought she was mad and kept hanging up.
Well, I got my phone back. Hopefully I can get her attention back.
Not sure I want to be in computers for years to come. Lately, I get the MSDN magazine and browse through it without excitement. I don't get the WCF, XMAL, LINQ, and now this F# junk. I guess in time, like XML, I will come to find a use for this junk.
It's bad enough when there are all these new ads of comic book, World or Warcraft, and sexy babes in a technical magazine anymore. I guess I'm becoming the dinosaur. Fortunately most Government agencies are slow to accept the bucking trends.
Funny I spent so many years interviewing, wishing, etc. to work on the latest and greatest. Now after all the lies about years of experience to stupid HR people, wh probably could not tell me what a mouse is, I don't care about new stuff. Nor do I need to lie.
How many different ways can we do the same thing?
Mash is my new favorite word. It pretty much describes the roller coaster of life I can't seem to get off. I try too hard I suppose.
Even when I try to go slow.... I need help. :)
mash • \MASH\ • noun
: an intense and usually passing infatuation; also : the object of infatuation
Wish you were rich? I do, but I would probably work anyway. Partially just because I like the challenge and it's good to help out sometimes. Second, it would be totally awesome to tell people off in an interview or when a heated argument or something arises.
I kind of wish someone would have bugged me about Mitt and the Church. No one did, probably because they are jerks (being afraid to talk to me) or they were afraid I would tell them where to stick it.
Well, got to get ready for work! I suppose I should go in. Actually, I kind of do. I was doing some neat stuff yesterday. But nobody cares as long as the app looks nice and works right.