I’ve worked at Microsoft for 1 year today (well, 1 year 3 months if you include that internship thing).
I can now officially quit without repaying various things. It’s a good thing to know.
Just in case.
Tuesday, February 28th, 2006 | Permalink
I’ve worked at Microsoft for 1 year today (well, 1 year 3 months if you include that internship thing).
I can now officially quit without repaying various things. It’s a good thing to know.
Just in case.
Saturday, February 25th, 2006 | Permalink
Well, since everyone else on the internet is doing it, please click the links below and let me know the secrets hidden inside my soul.
Johari window – pick 6 words that you feel describe me best.
Nohari window – pick 6 negative words that you feel describe me best.
Thursday, February 23rd, 2006 | Permalink
I wake up from my dreams and think about them, looking back upon the sequence of events that unfolded overnight. “Wow,” I think, “what a random and circuitous sequence of events. So much unbelievable coincidence. Even asleep, it seems strange I could possibly believe such oddity could pass as reality.”
Today, after doing that, I stopped and thought back on my life, looking back upon the sequence of events that unfolded the past years. “Wow,” I think, “what a random and circuitous sequence of events. So much unbelievable coincidence.”
(note: while typing, I originally typed “thinked” instead of “thought”)
And while we’re on a deep, philisophical level, I also thought up these two nuggets:
1: First impressions are funny because you never know when you’re going to make one. It’s usually not the first time you meet someone.
2: It’s easiest to feel lonely when surrounded by many others.
Now I’m going to ponder the thought of one hand clapping, and some other zen crap.
Friday, February 17th, 2006 | Permalink
I think I just saw a commercial for heat.
Thursday, February 16th, 2006 | Permalink
Yeah, that just about says it all.
I was going down a blue and somehow fell directly onto my butt without losing balance. So, I was squatted on my skiis, butt dragging in the snow… but not slowing down. About 3/4 down the hill, tears freezing to my face and my voice scratchy from crying to Amy for help, I hit that tree.
Amy was busy taking the picture; as such she didn’t help me (the picture, I need to stress, is not posed at all).
The same thing happened when Alfonso found me stuck in my chair. People in Washington are mean.