Sunday Notes
First and foremost, I'd like to note that I've now had two posts mysteriously disappear. I don't know why, but after I submit this post, I'll be changing the password I use to log in to Blogger. And no, I'm not doing something wrong; I've been using Blogger for over a year, I've been using the Internet for twelve years, and I've been using computers since I was a small child.
Second, I have bits and pieces of news on my search for employment. I don't think that I posted it at the time, but a few weeks ago I applied for a number of jobs with Boeing. I was checking my account today, and it appears that I'm under consideration for three of the jobs I applied for: two in Washington State, and one in Colorado. I have no clue how serious "Under consideration" is, but it's more indication than I've gotten from any other companies.
I've been looking through the vacancy listings at SAIC, a defense contractor that my buddy Yeags referred me to that does some intel work. There are a lot of positions that I'd be perfect for, but it's paradoxical: in order to apply for the positions I'd be perfect for, I need an active security clearance; but in order to get an active security clearance, I have to have one of the jobs that I'm perfect for. It's bollocks, I tell you what.
At any rate, anyone who knows me well knows that I really don't much care for football; it sort of balances out as a passionate indifference. As a result, I've got an afternoon/evening to myself. About the best thing on television, other than football (and no, the commercials aren't worth it, so don't start with me) is a Yes, Dear marathon on TBS. I may tune into it at some point, but for now, I think I'm going to take a hot bath and listen to either Achtung Baby, Forever Blue, or Chant II.
Oh, and one more thing. Since moving is on the horizon, I've been going through some of my old stuff and trying to find things to get rid of. In the process, I found a card that I didn't remember getting. Here's what it says:
Now, I have to admit that I don't remember the occasion for the card; I maybe, vaguely, sort of remember visiting her in the hospital or something, but I don't remember the details, or even if it's a real memory. My locker was next to Katie's locker in high school for one year, maybe two (she had her locker among the cheerleaders the first year or so), so that's how we saw each other every day. The post mark on the card is 17th June 1998, which was a week or two after we finished our junior year. I think I've seen her once or twice since we graduated, but she got pretty flaky senior year, and we didn't really see that much of each other beyond a certain point.
I would have loved to have dated Katie, but I'm pretty sure, despite the card, that she wasn't that into me. She tended to date assholes, from what I remember. One of the things that has frustrated me about being out of high school, and that will frustrate me about being out of college, is losing people. There are already people who I had very good relationships with, some of my Navy buddies, people who I was in clubs with, et cetera, who I literally never talk to anymore; most of them I don't even know how to contact. Katie's one of those people; and just as frustrating is knowing that losing her didn't really have that profound an effect on my life. That's really a disappointment.
For what it's worth, 17th June 1998 was a Wednesday.
Second, I have bits and pieces of news on my search for employment. I don't think that I posted it at the time, but a few weeks ago I applied for a number of jobs with Boeing. I was checking my account today, and it appears that I'm under consideration for three of the jobs I applied for: two in Washington State, and one in Colorado. I have no clue how serious "Under consideration" is, but it's more indication than I've gotten from any other companies.
I've been looking through the vacancy listings at SAIC, a defense contractor that my buddy Yeags referred me to that does some intel work. There are a lot of positions that I'd be perfect for, but it's paradoxical: in order to apply for the positions I'd be perfect for, I need an active security clearance; but in order to get an active security clearance, I have to have one of the jobs that I'm perfect for. It's bollocks, I tell you what.
At any rate, anyone who knows me well knows that I really don't much care for football; it sort of balances out as a passionate indifference. As a result, I've got an afternoon/evening to myself. About the best thing on television, other than football (and no, the commercials aren't worth it, so don't start with me) is a Yes, Dear marathon on TBS. I may tune into it at some point, but for now, I think I'm going to take a hot bath and listen to either Achtung Baby, Forever Blue, or Chant II.
Oh, and one more thing. Since moving is on the horizon, I've been going through some of my old stuff and trying to find things to get rid of. In the process, I found a card that I didn't remember getting. Here's what it says:
Fly,
Thank you so much for caring about me! I really appreciate your visits when I was on my death bed. (Just joking!) You make my day everyday by telling me I'm special. You really mean a lot to me! I think you're the coolest!
Love,
Katie [Lastname]
Now, I have to admit that I don't remember the occasion for the card; I maybe, vaguely, sort of remember visiting her in the hospital or something, but I don't remember the details, or even if it's a real memory. My locker was next to Katie's locker in high school for one year, maybe two (she had her locker among the cheerleaders the first year or so), so that's how we saw each other every day. The post mark on the card is 17th June 1998, which was a week or two after we finished our junior year. I think I've seen her once or twice since we graduated, but she got pretty flaky senior year, and we didn't really see that much of each other beyond a certain point.
I would have loved to have dated Katie, but I'm pretty sure, despite the card, that she wasn't that into me. She tended to date assholes, from what I remember. One of the things that has frustrated me about being out of high school, and that will frustrate me about being out of college, is losing people. There are already people who I had very good relationships with, some of my Navy buddies, people who I was in clubs with, et cetera, who I literally never talk to anymore; most of them I don't even know how to contact. Katie's one of those people; and just as frustrating is knowing that losing her didn't really have that profound an effect on my life. That's really a disappointment.
For what it's worth, 17th June 1998 was a Wednesday.
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