Tuesday, August 13, 2002

Those bastards...

They didn't even ask me one question relating to all the crap I studied. I hate when that happens! Considering the limited resources of my memory, I probably had to dump some really good info for this now mostly useless knowledge. What are all those level patterns form Pac-Man? Did I or did I not read Johnny Tremain in Junior High? What was my bicycle lock combination? These are new mysteries in my life. In their place are definitions for different ATM services and the subtle nuances of the Transport Layer. On the brighter side, I believe that I have this job in the bag. The hours are pretty fucking horrible, but I'll do just about anything for a raise. Except that, pervert. Ask your hand first.


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