Y2kk Update: I was fucking swindled out of my money the other week...

Fuck, I hate being swindled out of my fucking money...

I hate being motherfucking swindled out of my fucking money.

... but that sort of goes without saying, now doesn't it?...

... who actually does find this sort of shit fun?...

... besides the swindler, at least...

...

It was over a week ago from now, when I was just casually walking home from work that day...

I already knew something was fucked up that day. Because not only were all the other students at my fucking workplace starting to ignore me, for reasons I wouldn't know until the fucking week after, but I also fucking missed my usual train thanks to having to stick around and help my supervisor with some menial things...

So I took a later train, to get home over an hour later than my normal time... and I knew something just didn't felt right with the day, as something else was bound to go fucking wrong... I could just feel it...

So as I was just casually walking from my train to my bus ride home that evening, an old, fat Chinese man who looked like some reject from Kung-Fu: The Legend Continues or something, grabbed me by the hand and demanded to know if I was Chinese too...

... not knowing what to say, I simply scoffed and replied, "sort of"...

So then he dragged me aside, and starting pleading and begging with me, as if I had a fucking gun pointed to his head or something...

He claimed he lost his wallet... yeah, fucking right...

And he claimed he needed to get home. He just needed some money to get fucking home...

I asked him why he only asked me for money, and not anybody else. A ton of people giving him a bit of change here and there, could've amounted to a lot of money in the end...

He simply cried out to me that everyone else is racist... His exact fucking words were, "You know those people. They're racist against us Chinese"...

... umm... No, no they aren't...

... well, not really, at least...

I've seen far greater racism from Chinese against whites, then I've ever directly felt from being Chinese in a white community...

... and I think this fat, Kung-Fu reject was a prime number example of such of fucking mindset travesty of the former...

Still, there was just something about him that couldn't make me just say 'no' to the guy...

... he reminded me of my swindling uncle, actually...

When I asked him why he just doesn't go to the police or some shit like that, he didn't just answer with the racism card... He also said it was "embarrassing" to do so. And that was his main motive for not begging everyone as well... At least he wasn't giving me a moral high ground, bullshit answer or whatnot...

And he wasn't the prototypical kind of begger... He was a reasonably old man, in his 50's or 60's I believe. And unfortunately for me, fucking Chinese culture tells me to respect my elders... so thinking that he just needed a bus ride back home, I offered to fucking help him out...

... fucking stupid ass move, if you ask me...

Because he didn't just need a bus ride... a fucking bus ride would've only costed me $2, which I would've had no problem with that...

Apparently, this motherfucker lived practically half the province away... and he needed at least fucking $12 to get a VIA train ticket to get back fucking home...

... and, umm?...

Maybe he did tell me this before I agreed to help him... but his motherfucking Engrish was so damn bad, that I didn't hear about any of this shit...

... Fuck, I was fucking swindled...

I mean, to give $12 to just some motherfucker on the small town streets? What the fuck?...

But bah... my fucking conscience couldn't just let this guy go, to embarrass himself even more by leaving him to ask every single Chinese person that walks off the train for cash (though I think it reveals something, when he went over to me rather than the richer, older Chinese people right behind me from the motherfucking train... fucking guy knew I was fucking weaksauce in the heart...)...

... and besides, he made me miss my fucking bus already... so what the fuck was I going to do?...

... sigh... I have a job now... a min wage paying one. But I can still afford to be an idiot from time to time, I suppose...

So I still motherfucking agreed to help him out...

... how fucking dumbass can I possibly get?...

...

I should've just waited around by the VIA train station, to pay for his ticket by fucking debit or some shit like that... He could still refund the ticket if he wanted, being the swindler that he is. But at least if I bought him the ticket myself, there was a greater chance that he would fucking actually use it (since I believe you need my debit card to refund)...

But there was nobody there at the teller booth for some damn reason. I waited five shitty minutes, and missed my bus in the process, and nobody fucking arrived. I don't know why... I should've just stayed there. But I wanted to get rid of this motherfucking joe blow as soon as possible, so I was dumb enough to follow his advice and cross the street...

I didn't have any cash on me then and there, so I had to head to the nearest ATM machine to get the fucking money from my account for this motherfucking cunt...

The thing is... machines only dispense $20 bills here in Canada... and there was no way in hell I would give him more money than he was fucking asking for... even though he was now begging me for that $20 bill...

So I went to the nearest ATM machine, located in a small coffee shop across the street...

I asked the store owner if he would give me two $10 bills as change if I just gave him a twenty, and he said he was alright with that...

... so I took out of the ATM machine... wasting $2 for the fucking fee in the process...

And then I went back to the store owner, and asked for two ten dollar bills like I had just asked him a minute before...

... he said "no"...

... and, umm...

WHAT?...

He said "no" again... and that he would only give me money back, if I fucking bought something from his fucking store...

... and yes, looking back, I guess I could've saved some fucking money, if I had just bought a $1 drink at his place, and gotten $10 cash back from my debit card in return... I was too motherfucking dumbass at the time to think of that possibility...

But the damage had been done. I had already wasted $2 on a service ATM fee, and now this motherfucker behind the counter wouldn't just give me some fucking change in return for a twenty dollar bill? What the fuck?!...

I had seen in his cash machine. He had a huge fucking stack of five dollar bills...

So then I complained. I told him that he's making no sense...

... then he kicked me out of his store...

... yeah... fun day that was...

...

Eventually, I got to a barber's place, where the guy had tons of cash... I was easily able to exchange my $20 bill there for a series of fives, which of course the fucking begger on my back glared and gazed at with envious eyes...

I don't really know why I was fucking helping this guy out... Was it because he was Chinese, and completely not the kind of BS begger I've learned to deal with in Toronto? Was it because he at least admitted he was too embarrassed about the whole situation to beg anyone else, which was perhaps the most honest answer I've heard from a begger in my fucking life so far?...

All the other times I've been swindled by fucking beggers, was because I was too damn young and naive just to ward them off... In the big city, they sense weakness from the way you wear your face. And then come at you like hoards, begging for money, never giving you any real reason to give them any fucking money whatsoever. Besides getting them off your fucking backs, at least... They claim they simply want to buy a "coffee" for themselves. Well, I don't even buy fucking coffees for myself, because they're fucking overpriced drinks of black shit. So why the hell would I ever fork over my money, so they could buy a fucking decent drink while I'm stuck drinking motherfucking tap water at home?...

This Chinese guy didn't tell me any of that shit... and although he didn't sound sincere about his 'promise' to me, at least he did sound honest about this day being one of the worst in his life...

So really, what was his fucking promise to me?...

... well... he promised that he would send me a cheque back for all the money I would lend him... with fucking interest, of course...

I was forking over $12 to him, plus an ATM service fee of another $2...

... he promised to give me back $15...

... if I gave him my address, at least...

... yeah fucking right...

The thing is, I knew how dangerous it was to give my personal home information to just some random joe off the streets... I half expected him to send me a fucking letter bomb with fucking anthrax or some shit like that, as if this guy was part of the fucking Chinese mafia or something...

... and who knows? Maybe he was... though I doubt he'd be begging me of all people then...

But yeah, out of a complete fit of stupidity, I wrote down on a piece of paper my name, address, and postal code... folded it all neatly, and gave it to the fucking, bloody hell wanker...

And why?... I really don't know why...

I guess after such a fucking horrible day (fucking begger swindling me out of money, included), I just wanted to show a little blind faith in humanity...

It was a game and a gamble, really...

If the guy ever did give back my motherfucking money, like he swore to my face then and there? Then maybe I could start trusting people again...

... maybe I still will again, one of these days, at least...

But guess the fuck what?...

As soon as I gave him the money and my address, and wished him luck... as I was walking away, guess what the fuck I heard him mumble to himself?...

... ahem...

... "I need a drink"...

... motherfucker...

...

And guess the fuck what?

Just as expected, I got no fucking cheque in the mail from him...

... although at least I can finally be reassured that he won't send a fucking car bomb to my house... or take my family as ransom, or some stupid ass shit like that...

Once again, my faith in humanity has been shattered... being fucking swindled for money, and getting fucking fucked over at work by my fellow students, doesn't exactly give me the best hope for fucking humanity out there in the real world...

And being fucking swindled for money, has definitely shown me that I'm still a motherfucking idiot whenever it comes to some asshole with an honest looking face...

I regret being suckered in by this fat, motherfucking fuck...

Nobody likes being swindled for their motherfucking money...

... and made to look like a complete, goddam fool in the end...

Still, it was my choice... I knew what I was doing. Even if I couldn't just say no to the fat fuck...

I rolled the dice, hoping for some sort of letter in the mail...

... for some sort of hope for humanity...

... but I rolled craps...

... that's the sort of thing that always goddam happens, when you roll the fucking dice on fucking blind faith...

The house always wins...

Fuck, I never even liked Kung Fu: The Legend Continues in the fucking first place...

... and it all sounds like so much goddam fun, now doesn't it?...

... heh... not if you heard how the rest of my fucking week went, at least...

Y2kk Update: Work sucks...

Yes, work still sucks.

Although I will say one good thing about it all though...

At least work really makes you appreciate the freedoms and free time you have in your life...

... heh...

... especially all the fucking freedoms that I have at work...

...

So get this...

Just yesterday, I was fiddling around with some C# programming function on my computer, simply because I had become obsessed with finding every single bug in the fucking tiny, 10 line program... pretty much since I had nothing better to do...

Now, I forget when or why exactly, but that's about when my project supervisor came along... and told me something I'll never forget...

... heh...

... with almost a semi-concerned face, he seriously told me right to my face...

... ahem...

"You work too hard. Don't burn yourself out. You should slow down..."...

... and, umm?...

WTF?!...

Slow down?

Slow down?!...

He's telling me, the one and only IvanF, to fucking slow down in my fucking work?

WTF?!?...

Okay... does anyone else see the irony here?

I'm the guy who started studying for my university exams with only two hours left to spare...

I'm the guy who never did a single fucking homework problem in all my university courses, besides the ones that would be marked...

I'm the guy who's always been too fucking lazy to ever fucking find a real job in life...

I'm the guy who's too fucking lazy to even attend my fucking classes, even if I'm already in the fucking school...

And hasn't my supervisor noticed or whatever, that I'm also the guy in the office who?...

... ahem...

... wasted over an hour yesterday, just standing around the photocopier and watching it spit out random papers?...

Didn't he notice yesterday, that I spent half of the rest of the day just walking around aimlessly, conversing with all the other summer students working in the office?...

Didn't he notice yesterday, that I was browsing the fucking net when he was fucking talking to me about my project?...

Didn't he fucking notice yesterday, that literally the only work I did was boring bug testing on a function that I had already finished a couple days before?...

And seriously... he tells me of all people to slow down? WTF?...

Slow down, eh?...

... but... how... exactly?...

I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED ON MY GODDAM JOB PROJECT YET!

How the fuck am I supposed to slow down, when I've been doing absolutely nothing on the job?...

... heh...

... I'm starting to like the Ontario government...

...

Yeah... I've got a gut feeling that politics is coming into play here or something...

... afterall, nobody likes to be upstaged by a summer student...

The thing is, what has he got to be afraid of?...

Today, not only did I take a fucking extra half hour for my lunch break, but I also fucking left work over a half hour fucking early...

AND I STILL DIDN'T EVEN START ON MY FUCKING JOB PROJECT YET.

Talk about fucking procrastination...

... and I'm still working too fast for these guys?

... heh...

God, I truly need a full time job here...

... the freedom in this office place is simply un-fucking believable...

...

Yeah, that's pretty much been my work week.

I dabbled with my first true SQL Server and C# .NET functions. Wrote a couple of them, populated a few databases with INSERT INTO statements, and had a couple meetings to get the basic requirements and criteria down for my major summer project on the job...

And then of course, I got fucked with all the fucking menial labour shit that fucking summer students have to do...

I got to be a paper pusher, literally pushing paper in carts for women on the 30th floor...

I got to scan a few documents into jpgs this morning.

I got to send a lot of branch e-mails.

I got to fucking write my first Word document for the fucking team today...

I got to fucking set my fucking voice mail, every fucking day of the week...

And oh, get this - I also get to do fucking receptionist work for the fucking government...

... ahem...

"Good morning. Human Resources. IvanF speaking... how may I help you, bitch?"...

... uggh...

Sure, from the descriptions up above, it may sound like I did a lot at work this week or something. And maybe according to my supervisor, I did... but... umm?...

That doesn't include the 90% of the time that I just sat on my ass, and watched how cool ass the paper feeder on the photocopier machine is on the job...

... and, well?...

Even though I still have no fucking clue what the fuck I'm doing at work...

... and even though I still fucking hate the fact that I'm being fucking paid minimum fucking wage...

... the thing is?... I'm starting to actually enjoy work just a little damn bit...

... and why?...

... well?...

... heh...

... because it's all so pointless...

... it's all so meaningless...

... it's all starting to feel a lot like school...

... and it all just sounds like so much goddam fun, now doesn't it?...

... because the art of politics and pacing myself?... yeah, it probably will be...

Y2kk Update: God, I wish I was unemployed right now...

Work sucks.

I mean, it really, really, ridiculously sucks...

It's not the fact that I've had nothing to do at work that bugs me...

It's the fact that I'm gonna get a ton of work to do, that fucking bugs the hell out of me...

I mean, sure the shit that my technical supervisor gave me so far was easy, and simple enough to do on the weekend in my free time...

... but fucking goddammit, he gave me an assignment that he wanted me to do over the weekend?

For a fucking minimum wage job?

WTF?...

...

I know I'm supposed to take this job all seriously... especially considering I'm hoping it becomes a full time position in the fall and everything...

My sister sternly warns me to never browse the net at work or check my personal e-mail... I agree that it doesn't look good if I do. But seriously, for a fucking minimum wage job, who the fuck cares?...

Because really, what the fuck do these guys expect from me?

I'm being paid minimum wage here, people...

I'm being paid minimum wage, to wake up early enough to get from Oakville to Toronto by 9 o'fucking clock...

I'm being paid minimum wage here, to wake up before fucking seven in the morning on a beautiful summer day...

Not that I've ever cared about summer days, mind you...

I just like sleeping in and having absolutely nothing to do, that's all...

...

My official job at work starts tomorrow.

My "client" will arrive back from vacation. And if what I have heard so far is correct, my official job will be to use either MsAccess or SQL Server 2000 to take employee data from the database, and somehow generate automated weekly or monthly or whatever reports using forms and shit in those aforementioned database programs...

... I suppose that's alright... that's easily doable during work hours in a summer job, even though I really have no idea how to start it right now...

But then why the fuck is my technical supervisor ranting on and on about whole fucking side projects and shit like that?...

He's a genius, yes... He graduated from the same program I'm at U of T. And as a fellow computer engineer, he sees great things in me, I assume... which is why he keeps pouring on the huge terminology on me and shit like that...

... as for me though, I can just tell from the way he acts, that he was one of those hot shot, pompous ass geniuses at the top of his U of T class, making fun of assholes like me who were down there in the dredges of the ghettos of the goddam class average...

And here he is, saying that in my free time, I should be given side projects involving ASP-designed government websites, requiring securely encrypted web services designed with C# and fucking .NET in Visual Studio 2003... using SQL Server 2000 as my primary database, of course...

Now, first things first, I've never used Visual Studio 2003 before in my fucking life... although I hear it's pretty damn easy to use once you get the hang of it...

I've never used C# and .NET in my life either. But C# is just so damn similar to Java, that it can't be that hard to pick up, now can it be?...

And as for ASP websites? I'm allowed to use Dreamweaver, so maybe that'll help things out a bit with the shit I don't know...

And I know that for every damn job out there, you have to learn a hell of a lot of new stuff to prove that you're in with the game...

... but really...

... FOR A FUCKING MINIMUM WAGE JOB?!?

... FOR SEVEN FORTY-FUCKING FIVE AN HOUR?!?

He wants me to do the same damn work as same of my graduate friends making $15 to $20 an hour over in Canadian Silicon Valley...

... FOR A FUCKING MINIMUM WAGE JOB?!?

WTF?!?...

...

Yeah, I know... I'm trying to get a full time position here, and the only way I can really do that is by showing some real initiative...

So I will do this stupid ass Access program, because that's what my job entails...

And I will do my supervisor's little .NET and SQL interactive website on the side, since it'll be great to have C# and .NET on my resume, no matter what happens after this job is done and over with...

But seriously, what the fuck do they expect from me?

I'm being paid fucking minimum wage here, people...

Do they actually expect me to care?...

... and, well?...

... heh... well, I did tell them I do care...

Ah, yes... little great white shark lies in the interview...

I even went so far as to tell them with a straight poker face...

... ahem...

... "I can't stand idle time..."...

... heh...

... yeah, that one still gets me laughing everytime...

... sigh... if only I could actually program shit as goddam well as I can make shit up...

... then maybe I wouldn't be panicking like I am right goddam now?...

Because work sucks.

God, I miss the simple life...

Y2kk Update: I had another interview last week...

... sure, it was just for another one of those piddly, minimum wage, government jobs, but still...

... I didn't post about it here, on my website, since I was waiting for my routine rejection notice...

... and I waited... and I waited... and I waited... and I wailed...

... the only problem was...

... umm?...

... I never got my rejection letter...

WTF?...

...

Well, to be honest, I just wanted to get that interview over with on Monday...

The NBA Draft was all set to happen the day after, so all I really wanted to do, was appease my parents by going to this interview, and then concentrate on what was really important when it came to my beloved Toronto Raptors...

Sure, I still dressed up reasonably well for my interview, with a shirt and tie and goddam dress shoes that burned a whole in the back of my foot... literally (and I had the blood to show for it)...

But my heart wasn't in this interview. I didn't even bother to practice really for the damn thing, since I just wanted to get it over with...

The job at question was a Data Entry Clerk position. Nothing fancy whatsoever... and considering it was all just for minimum wage? Then it's no wonder why I didn't get all worked up over work...

When I got into that interview room, I certainly didn't feel nervous... The only problem was, I actually was goddam nervous. And it showed...

Hell, I even startled myself with how goddam dry my throat was. I had to cough a bit just to get the goddam frog out of my throat... Not that it really mattered of course, considering I just wanted to get the interview done and over with... I just wanted to get to the fucking NBA draft the day after, that's all...

Yup, you gotta love my priorities...

I still didn't want to royally fuck up this interview, since I really suck at lying to my family about how well I do in these kinds of situations... So eventually I kicked it up a notch in the interview room, where my two interviewees were both rather young females. I sort of sat back instead of sitting straight, flexed the muscles on my 100 lb body frame (booyah), and kinda just relaxed a bit as the questions they were asking were kinda ridiculously stupid in the end...

The job was a lot more technical than I thought. I had originally thought I would just be an actual data entry clerk for Microsoft Access, doing simple queries as I went along... Apparently though, they wanted a bit more than that. VB-SQL queries were needed as well, not to mention form and report exporting over to MsExcel where the data analysts could be given the data in a more presentable format...

... define 'presentable' though?... that's one thing we hardcore programmers know absolutely nothing about, to be honest...

The thing is, I was kinda caught off guard by all that crap... I tried to compensate by talking about all my Java and C projects in university, and especially commenting about that lovely last project I did in which I did get 95% (regardless of whether I deserved it or not...)... To be honest, while I was still talking too fast to even be considered human, I was actually smiling and enjoying myself in that interview. The heat from the lights above was now completely gone, and I just ranting on and on like a lunatic about how much I enjoyed being a programmer and team leader back in university...

I talked about all the programming languages I've done, from C to Java to Apache Axis to even Prolog at one point...

... then they asked me that one real whopper of a question...

... ahem...

"Do you know HTML?..."

... umm...

... huh?...

Let me get this straight...

I had already mentioned to them I knew C and Java and Scheme and goddam Assembly programming languages... I told them that I worked on plenty of projects in university relating to SAX and DOM and Xerces XML parsing...

... and then they ask me if I know something as basic as HTML?...

WTF?...

... and heh...

... the problem was...

... I still don't know HTML...

... goddammit...

... and hence began the beginning of all my lying...

...

So yeah, I recalled that I did my Grade 13 website project in pure HTML, without the editors that I use for my websites today... Of course, I made my group members do 99% of the work back then, while I just bossed them around like pawns to a horny prick. But I still know the <head> and <img> and <br> shit, so that counts for something, right?... right?...

Bah, whatever... I told them that I programmed a ton of HTML from the ground up in high school anyhew...

... yup, just a small white lie... a lie that was true enough, if you ask me...

And then they asked me yet another whopper of a question...

"Do you know how to use Microsoft Outlook?"...

... and... umm?...

I'm a programmer who wrote a goddam Kazaa/Bittorrent program in just one goddam day in university, and they have the nerve to ask me if I know how to use Microsoft Outlook?...

... and heh... the problem was?...

... I didn't know if I could...

... I've never used Microsoft Outlook a day in my life before...

... nor POP3 or SMTP e-mail protocols...

But how hard could it be, right?... So I only fibbed a little...

I told that I do have experience with Microsoft Outlook... but that I have far more experience with web based e-mail clients like Gmail and Hotmail...

... which is true... afterall, I have installed and uninstalled Microsoft Outlook about ten dozen times by now... and that's gotta count for something, right?... right?...

... uggh...

... and then came the big finale of the question marks...

"Tell us about your experiences with Microsoft Access..."...

WTF?...

... oh... right... even though I had never used the program in my life before, I did write it down on my resume...

... heh... forgot about that shit...

So yeah, I made shit up.

I told them that back in high school, I learned how to make tables and create queries and write a few macros in VB here and there...

I told them both that I had learned some Visual Basic back in my high school programming classes, and that I could easily pick it up again if I had to...

But when it came to my real world experiences?... heh...

... I had written on my resume in big bold letters, that I had worked with MySQL databases at my prior job for as many as six goddam years...

... of course, what they didn't know, was that my prior job just happened to be my own family business...

... and those six years of MySQL database experience, was actually six years of Microsoft Excel spreadsheets...

... oops...

But hey, I learned DB2 SQL at university this year. And how hard could Microsoft Access' SQL scripts be?...

So I listed off SELECT statements, and WHERE statements, and IF CONDITIONALS and all that kind of SQL querying sort of shit...

I think that 'proved' to them that I knew my stuff when it came to databases...

... even if I've technically never touched a real goddam database before in my life...

... but that was just a small little fib, now wasn't it?...

I mean, all because I've never technically had any sort of real world experience or learning in the field, doesn't mean I ain't qualified, right?...

... right?...

... uggh...

...

... but I don't know... in that interview room, when questioned, I guess I feel just a bit more at home whenever I'm exaggerating...

Sure, I may not know VB... but I know of it...

... and how hard could it be to pick up, after doing hardcore C and Java algorithms for four goddam years?...

Sure, I may not know MsAccess or MySQL, like I claimed I did the back of my hand...

... whoo... the back of my hand does look weird... but I digress...

... because after learning DB2 SQL, the hardest kind of SQL there is? Then how hard could it be to go back to the basics?...

And sure, I've barely done any real HTML in my goddam life...

... but I've tinkered with XML for the past two years, and I did work with HTML a bit four years ago... so what's really the lie?...

And the thing was, exaggerating my mad propz l337 skillz, really seemed to relax me...

I went into that interview so goddam cotton mouthed, that I was almost ready to beg for a drink of water... since I had forgotten my own...

But by the time the interview was over? I was joking wit the two gal pals I had there, making fun of the past six years I spent at a company that didn't exist...

I even made up stories about things that went wrong there, and how I saved the day...

... ah, good times...

And I left the interview, thinking that I wouldn't get the job, but comforted in the fact that I was a lot more natural at the end of this interview, than I was at any other interview before...

... and I still had the goddam NBA Draft to look forward to...

... so how the hell could I possibly have thought that things would be looking down?...

... goddam Toronto Raptors...

...

Well, I didn't write a Y2kk update about all this interview shit before, since I was just waiting to complain about getting a rejection notice through my gmail account around last Thursday or Friday...

... but the thing is...

... I got a phone call instead...

WTF?...

.... and just once more, for good measure...

WTF?...

They offered me the job?

WHAT THE FUCK?!?

... uggh...

... lying really seems to do wonders, because they really must've thought I was a one man wonder, or some shit like that...

And sure, the job offer was minimum wage... and sure, it wasn't the most prestigious of positions for a computer engineer like me...

But I needed a job, any sort of job, to appease my vilifying parents...

... and besides, I did tell the truth to those interviewing girls at one point, when I said to them I really wanted this job so I could hopefully find for myself a full time position in the government come the fall season...

... true enough, that is...

...

... and, well?...

I start on Wednesday. On July 6th, to be exact...

... well, I hope it's Wednesday that I start on... I was told to show up on July 6th. But goddammit, I'm nervous that I heard wrong...

And yeah, I calculated things... I would earn about $2200 from this job over the summer, and fucking lose $600 of that from goddam transit to downtown Toronto...

... what a shitty ass way to spend every single fucking day inside a cubicle, from 9 to 5...

... but still... a job's a job...

It's something to put on my resume...

Something real, so that I wouldn't have to lie so damn much next time around...

Though I am worried about looking like a damn fool in my new position...

Sure, I probably won't get any real responsibility from this position. I mean, I'm a minimum wage summer job worker slave... what the hell kind of responsibility could they possibly saddle me with?

Still, there is no real training time for the job... everything is on the job, meaning I have to learn all the fundamentals by myself...

And for the past two days, I have been following online tutorials and learning how to maintain databases in MsAccess, query data with criteria like NOT and LIKE and IF, update tables with updating/deleting queries, exporting data over to MsExcel, and writing basic macros in Visual Basic like I claimed I could in that goddam interview of mine...

Sure, I still have a long way to go... and sure, I'm still worried that I'll be made to look like a damn fool...

... but really, I'm a fucking computer engineer from the University of Toronto...

... really, what can go wrong?...

... besides fucking myself my whole way through the interview, and somehow still getting the job...

... but that's a story, for another day...

... and for that goddam, inevitable rejection letter still to come...

ATI: Not much in the vein of ATI news, but I did see over at Rage3d that Omega released some new drivers... They're based on the Catalyst 5.6 driver set. Don't know what Omega tweaked and dweaked in them, but go ahead and find out for yourself over at: http://www.omegadrivers.net/.