austin_dern (austin_dern) wrote,

If you dig dig dig with a shovel or a pick

Ah, well, in the morning my parents arrive home, but as it happens I won't be picking them up. My sister-in-law is covering for me. As for me, I've got, strange as this may seem, a job. It's not a full-time job, at least not right now, and it's not a permanent job, at least not for right now, although my brother, who arranged the connection for me and gave assurances that secured it for me, is confident that'll change soon as they get to see me in action.

The job is, like that of maybe half of all grownups with Livejournal accounts, doing vaguely defined computer things. (I'm defining them vaguely, at least, out of respect for the chance that the employer might run across this, unlikely as that is.) It amounts to setting up a semi-private web page front end so that a very long-lived database can be searched, which doesn't sound like a lot, but who am I to let that out, except along the lines of acting confident? My brother's certain that I can do this sort of thing in my sleep, which may be necessary, as it is a regular office job that actually gets started before 9 am. I may have mentioned that I'm not a morning person, if you count the parts that come after 2 am as the morning, but I am eager for something specific to do, and specific income to receive, and a reason to not be at home listening to my father putting the Arrogant People Yelling Loudly Passed Off As News Channel on at 5.5 on the Richter scale all day. It also neatly avoids my father's repeated insistence that I should come help him do whatever exactly it is he does in fixing up homes all day.

I don't want to sound too much like the lazy academic, but the fact is for the past decade I've had jobs where, outside of class and office hours, there wasn't any way for anyone to know where exactly I was supposed to be, when I should start, or when I should be done. The fact of regular working hours alone is an adjustment. So is having an actual commute: there's no campus bus to take me there, and I'm well outside walking range. I should probably pick up some books-on-CD to pass the time.

Trivia: In the United States in 1914 there were over half a million cases of malaria. Source: Napoleon's Buttons, Penny Le Couteur, Jay Burreson.

Currently Reading: The Last Immortal, J O Jeppson. Immortal robots, multi-galactic human domains, hyperdimensional dragons, and cats; it's peculiar the book isn't better-known.


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