:: Hey....He Puts Weasels Down His Trousers! ::

:: 8.29.2003 ::

I am now employed.

Cameron == Field Service Manager for Dell Computers at Indiana State University.

I'm pretty hyped.

/me

:: Cameron 8/29/2003 05:11:42 PM [+] ::
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Interview went well.

Found out by chance the guy was a Cubs fan, so the interview started with the shitty antics of Our Heroes last night in St Louis.

We talked, I've got a decent feeling. Find out if I made it past the first round of interviews either late next week or early the week after.

Of course, that means two weeks without knowing. He did say that the second round was going to be 2-3 people, with a decision made pretty quickly after that.

Anyway.

The guy from GDH Consulting called again today, said that the ISU position is on a sort-of fast track, and to expect a call from the actual hiring company either today or tomorrow. Being as it's currently 20 til 7 central time and I haven't got a phone call, I'm going to be on my toes about it tomorrow.

I'm kind of hoping the ISU one hires first-- hiring me, of course. Little bit more money, and I like working in an educational institution. B.S. and all.

So here's hoping they call tomorrow, and hire me soon after.

/me

:: Cameron 8/28/2003 06:44:32 PM [+] ::
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Weirdness.

Just returned a call to a consulting firm down in Texas.

The skinny: Position open at Indiana State University
Hardware and Software Support for students and faculty.
12 month contract, possibility of becoming permanent.
Wage/Salary is good.

Damn.

Add that news on top of my interview today, and I'm a bit frazzled.

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Oh, yeah. I have a job interview today. The place is called the Hamilton Center, and they deal with rehab, mental disorders, stress-- all sorts of mental health issues.

I kind of like that. I'm a big enough cynic. I'd like to work at a place that helps people. Think about it. In your normal, workaday experience, how many people do you meet that just don't give a damn about others? I've met a lot. I've been accused of being one myself. This would be a welcome change, I think.

That's at 3 p.m. Expect an update here right after I get back. (Unless, of course, they say "Mr. Akers, you've blown us away and here's the job. It's yours, 40K a year and full benefits. Here's your corner office, just let the Furnishing Department know your preferences for desk, chair, etc. Welcome aboard." Then, of course, there'd be a round of phone calls before I get online)

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Wish me luck. I could use all the good vibes I can get.

/me


:: Cameron 8/28/2003 10:48:42 AM [+] ::
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Nothing rhymes with Orange.


/me

:: Cameron 8/26/2003 06:05:39 PM [+] ::
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Weirdness.

I have a job interview Thursday at the Hamilton Center. This interview is like a vindication of my weeks and weeks waiting for an opportunity.

Little self-affirmation here: I am the best for them. I know my shit. I'll get this gig.

End self-affirmation.

Weirdness.

Michelle and I are more like a couple than I think I've ever been with someone. When we're together, we just kinda slide into comfortableness. Which is a Good Thing. Even when I was engaged to the ex-, it was more like a battle for the roles. 'chelle and I don't fight about 'em, or covet any-- we're just There.

Weirdness.

If I get this job, I'll be able to be actually self-reliant. Pay my bills, move out, get back into my "stuff acquisition mode" that I love so well.
Michelle laughs at me when I tell her about the stuff that I'm going to get. She thinks I'm joking.

Heh.

Weirdness.

Went to Lake Land today, to see people that I haven't seen since I graduated. It was good talking to Jennifer, Shannon, Scott Rhine, Bill Warfel, Steve Garren, Kathy Wolff, Bryan Minnigerode. The loss of contact with Bryan is especially troublesome. I owe that guy so fucking much that it isn't funny.

Lived across the street from Bryan back in Carbondale. My place (White Trash Trailer #1) was the Hangout for a group. Steve Cunningham, B, Scooter Moberley, and myself. We would play hockey on the PlayStation until 6 a.m.

B, Scoots and I would go to movies about once a week. I made less money than they did, but they were always there to float me if I was short. No questions asked.

B and Scoots helped me move to California. The three of us in B's old GMC pregnant whale truck. Towing far more than the recommended limit on his bumper hitch. Through the mountains. I drove once, then by common consent I was relegated to "keeping the driver awake duty."

B-- on his own dime-- flew out to California to help me move back. I say "help," but he was instrumental in helping me load the Ryder-- despite almost getting crushed by the car towing trailer three times. He drove the entire distance from San Diego to Oakland, Illinois. Paid for everything, because I had no cash.

So yeah, I owe B more than I can say. Dude has /always/ been there for me. Always. It saddens me that I wasn't there for him more during his divorce. Or there to stop him from making the current mistake he's making. (Mistake in my eyes, anyway).

What have I done for him? Let him use my couch.

Christ, that's lopsided.

/me

:: Cameron 8/25/2003 10:37:50 PM [+] ::
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Weirdness.

Weirdness abounds. And that's all I'm going to say about that.

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Went to see Kiss and Aerosmith Sunday with 'chelle and Shannon. I was more interested in the Kiss show, and it disappointed me on many levels that Kiss opened up for Aerosmith and not the other way around. Kiss' show is very very good, and has all the stalwarts you would expect. The outlandish costumes, the makeup, the pyrotechnics.

Aerosmith just came out and rocked. Not much flashy going on, but solid. I will say this-- if the songs they played were indicitive of their new album (due out around Christmas, I think they said) I am going to purchase it. Very very very blues. I dig the blues.

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Saturday, went to Lucas, Steph and Deven's birthday party. L&S were in Galveston during their b-days, so they had it the weekend they got back. Lot of fun just sitting around talking. Unsure if it was gales of laughs for 'chelle, but she says she had fun.

I was having a blast 'til Deven put in one of his homoerotic movies. Told 'chelle that after I finished my drink (a very tasty bloody mary made by Lucas) we'd head home. Lucas was just as unenthralled as I was about the choice of visual fare, so we went to the other room and watched Dead Calm for a bit until we came up with the idea of playing poker. Not for money, but using pennies as "chips."

Was kind of fun, especially since Hub got a bit inebriated. "What game we playing?" "War."
"What game we playing?"
"Hub. It's a new one. I just made it up."
"I'm out."

Got back to the Compound at about 4 a.m. Bed.

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Friday, Thursday:

Did Jack and shit....and Jack left town.

Nathan came over for a while, we just hung out. Talked about the job market, etc.

Actually, Friday a group of us (Michelle, myself, Nathan, L&S, Deven, Shannon, Ashley) went to see Jason vs. Freddy. Or Freddy vs. Jason. However the hell they titled it.

Good flick.

Obviously, when I say "good flick" in conjunction with that film, it's not going to win any awards. Except maybe on the jack-asshattish "MTV Movie Awards."

But it was fun. Campy, as it needed to be. "Tilt." The Caterpillar with the Hookah. Jason taking Freddy window-shopping. Corn field a-fire. Teen kabobs.

Hoping to be able to get this movie on DVD, as it should have some killer (heh) extras.

But Thursday I didn't do shit.

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And Wednesday I came home from Michelle's.

Ok, caught up.

yay.

/me


:: Cameron 8/18/2003 01:12:43 PM [+] ::
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Still at Michelle's.

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This shit is getting old. (The jobhunt, not Michelle's). I've got experience, I've got relevant certifications, I've got an outgoing, humourous mature personality. I get along well with people that don't give me a reason NOT to get along with them.

Something's wrong somewhere with me, I think. Or my qualifications. I know that my references will talk me up-- not that I've coached them (Bill in particular would not take well to being "coached" I don't think)-- but because I worked with and for them.

Not. A. Damn. Sniff. Except for that place in Chambana, I haven't had a deep inhale about a job.

Frustrating. Disconcerting. Annoying. Disheartening.

All of the above.

Last night I was given an exorbitant amount of time to think things through. I have expanded the job search. If I get no sniffs, I'm expanding again to St. Louis. I need employment, and soon.

Yes, this will take me farther from Michelle and the great thing we've got going. But I need a job rather badly. I've got bills to pay. I've got goals that I've set for myself further down the line that I can't acheive by freeloading and living off of others. Needs and wants.

I only hope that Michelle and I don't suffer because of this. I want to stay in Terre Haute-- I have to get a job.

Maybe one of the last line of resumes will stick.

I hope they do.

/me

:: Cameron 8/12/2003 12:40:09 PM [+] ::
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Still at Michelle's.

No new books to speak of, except I re-read Lord of the Flies yesterday. Oh, and I'm diving into her collection of smut books for giggles. (And because I'm a reader. I see titles I've never read? I .... must......read.....)

No television or motion picture entertainment, either.

Elerah and Eloric came over this past weekend (yeah, I know it's Wednesday). I think they had a good time. Took Eloric to the hometown with me, so he could play golf while I picked up my computer (oooooo, serious!) so that I can run my baseball league properly while I'm here in TH.

He enjoyed himself. While we were doing that, the ladies were getting tragus-piercings. Yeah. Jamming metal through the little outcropping on their ears. Yeah, I don't understand it either.

They took 'chelle and I out to dinner on Saturday evening, to the Lone Star Steakhouse. Tip: Watch out for the lettuce wedges. It may say they count as a salad. They mean counts as a meal. Cajun steak is good though.

Saturday night the couples split up. 'chelle and I went to Paris to see my mom's band play at the VFW. E&E went to the coffee shop here in TH. Elerah wouldn't have been able to handle the smoky atmosphere in the VFW, so it's all good'n'plenty.

They took off Sunday for their homestead.

I've been thinking about heading to the Compound today. Unsure. 'chelle doesn't want me to leave, even though I've invaded her apartment with Arachne. Still might stay-- this is the weekend we're supposed to Do Nothing, so there'd be driving involved if I go back. I feel like a godsforsaken freeloader staying here, though.

/me


:: Cameron 8/6/2003 11:48:00 AM [+] ::
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