End of the month.

Soon September will end.
Gee. October starts.
Almost 10 months since DML shut down their Singapore office.
Been 10 months since getting a decent pay. Oustanding payment from CCG.XM and the other company…darn..Rachel….yeah…plus one more from Sandy. Not much.
Yes … “Leave me breathless”.
I’ll set myself 2 goals for October.
Not too greedy. Just 2.
# Come up with a proper design for http://www.cynics.info.
# Send out at least 4 resumes.
Nothing else should prevent me from doing that. No one else.
Wish me luck.
By Oct 31, you’ll know whether I’m there.

Blondes Goner

Gee…must start collecting blonde jokes before they become sacred materials.
bq.. NATURAL blondes are an endangered species and will be extinct by 2202, say scientists. There are too few people carrying the blonde gene for the hair colour to continue down the generations.
So women and men with blonde hair, blonde eyebrows and blue eyes will vanish from the face of the earth within 200 years, says the World Health Organisation. Researchers predict the last blonde will live in FINLAND which has the highest number of true blondes in the world.
The problem is that blonde hair is caused by a recessive gene. A child has to have the gene on both sides of the family in the grandparents’ generation to get blonde hair. But blonde genes are rapidly becoming watered down.
A spokesman for the WHO research team said: “It looks like their days are numbered.”
And bottle blondes like singer Kylie Minogue and surgically- enhanced model Jordan may even be responsible for the demise of their natural rivals. The WHO spokesman added: “Artificial blondes tend to be blonder and possibly more attractive to men. This could mean more and more men are selecting them as partners over their naturally blonde peers.”
The number of bottle blondes is likely to soar. A German study has found fair-haired waitresses or barmaids earn 20 per cent more in tips than others.
p. from The Sun Newspaper Online

New words for 2002

Got this via the email.
Sitting around in a group, discussing why a deadline was missed or a project failed, and who was responsible.
A manager who flies in, makes a lot of noise, craps on everything, and then leaves.
The process by which some people seem to absorb success and advancement by kissing up to the boss rather than working hard.

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I hate it when I just dream just before I wake up.
Makes me so damn tired.
Dreamt that I was at some charity event and was supposed to be able to identify the kind of sweets I have in my pocket … beats me. Its a dream. Meaning of it?

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Best-ever resignation letter

Another jewel from email.

Mr Baker,
As an employee of an institution of higher education, I have a few very basic expectations. Chief among these is that my direct superiors have an intellect that ranges above the common ground squirrel. After your consistent and annoying harassment of myself and my co-workers during the commission of our duties, I can only surmise that you are one of the few true genetic wastes of our time.

Asking me, a network administrator, to explain every little nuance of everything I do each time you happen to stroll into my office is not only a waste of time, but also a waste of precious oxygen. I was hired because I know about Unix, and you were apparently hired to provide amusement to myself and other employees, who watch you vainly attempt to understand the concept of “cut and paste” for the hundredth time.

You will never understand computers. Something as incredibly simple as binary still gives you too many options. You will also never understand why people hate you, but I am going to try and explain it to you, even though I am sure this will be just as effective as telling you what an IP is.

Your shiny new iMac has more personality than you ever will. You walk around the building all day, shiftlessly looking for fault in others. You have a sharp dressed useless look about you that may have worked for your interview, but now that you actually have responsibility, you pawn it off on overworked staff, hoping their talent will cover for your glaring ineptitude.

In a world of managerial evolution, you are the blue-green algae that everyone else eats and laughs at. Managers like you are a sad proof of the Dilbert principle. Seeing as this situation is unlikely to change without you getting a full frontal lobotomy reversal, I am forced to tender my resignation, however I have a few parting thoughts.

  1. When someone calls you in reference to employment, it is illegal to give me a bad recommendation. The most you can say to hurt me is “I prefer not to comment.” I will have friends randomly call you over the next couple of years to keep you honest, because I know you would be unable to do it on your own.
  2. I have all the passwords to every account on the system, and I know every password you have used for the last five years. If you decide to get cute, I am going to publish your favourites list, which I conveniently saved when you made me back up your useless files. I do believe that terms like Lolita are not usually viewed favourably by the administration.
  3. When you borrowed the digital camera to “take pictures of your mothers Birthday”, you neglected to mention that you were also going to take pictures of yourself in the mirror nude. Then you forgot to erase them like the techno-moron you really are. Suffice it to say I have never seen such odd acts with a ketchup bottle, but I assure you that those have been copied and kept in safe places pending the authoring of a glowing letter of recommendation. (Try to use a spell check please, I hate having to correct your mistakes.)

Thank you for your time, and I expect the letter of recommendation on my desk by 8:00 am tomorrow.
One word of this to anybody, and all of your little twisted repugnant obsessions will be open to the public. Never fuck with your systems administrators, because they know what you do with all your free time.

Ted Brewer

Maybe I should go brush up my networking and apply to be a network administrator.