Enough To Lose A Midget In
You know you live in the North East when you can be having a perfectly decent winter until, out of the blue, two and a half feet of snow is dumped on you. Saturday night and Sunday morning were absolutely brutal in terms of weather. It was one of those times when you looked at people crazy if they told you they were going out. Saturday night was definitely a night for DVDs and books. I finished James Traub’s The Devil’s Playground, which was a pretty good read about the history to Times Square. The book focused a little too much on architecture for my liking. I would have preferred a little more info on the prohibition era and the true gangsters that were in and around the area, a subject that Traub seemed to gloss over. Overall, however, it was a pretty decent read for anyone who’d like to learn more about the center of the world (yeah, I’m an East Coast snob and we are the center of the world).
In addition to finishing the book I also popped in a DVD of a Michael Franti show. That dude is amazing. He’s one of the few artists I’d shell out good money to see. So few artists know how to connect with an audience like Franti does. It was nice to chill out to that at the end of the night as I watched the snow falling outside of my window, knowing I’d have a helluva chore in the morning in the form of finding my car underneath all the white stuff.
Today I received some blah news regarding a job interview I had a little while back. Yes, your boy Adam had an interview to be a writer’s assistant with the WWE. It would have been a heck of an experience. I say would have been because the opportunity is now past tense as they sent me a very nice email today saying they hired someone else. I have to say, throughout the entire process the WWE shined as one of the most professional organizations I’ve ever dealt with, returning emails and phone calls almost as soon as they were received. That may seem like something small, but it’s not. The common courtesy factor, as well as the professionalism factor, in the work world has almost all but disappeared and no matter what their storylines end up looking like I’m always going to remember how well I was treated as a job candidate.
I’m not angry about missing out on the gig. It would have been a lot of fun, but it’s not like I’m completely ass out, I’m doing pretty well right now. It’s kind of a weird feeling, wanting a gig but knowing you’ll still be fine even if you don’t get it. Walking through the halls of the WWE was a kick. I managed to snap a few flicks of the meeting room I was interviewed in when I was left to my own devices. It was great, memorabilia everywhere, including a section of a steel cage!
Well, today is Valentine’s Day and I sit here, single, waiting for the computer repair man to call. My computer, only a month old, caught a virus. I managed to extricate most of it, but there’s still some lingering side effects that require professional removal. I was downloading something and it came with the virus. The worst part about it was it’s not like I was downloading anything bad, it was just a program for work. If I had been downloading porn and gotten a virus I would have been like “OK, maybe I deserved that,” but it was a damned program for work! So for Valentine’s Day I got dumped (by the WWE) and caught a (computer) virus. Ouch! Hopefully things will look up for, errr, Presidents’ Day?
In addition to finishing the book I also popped in a DVD of a Michael Franti show. That dude is amazing. He’s one of the few artists I’d shell out good money to see. So few artists know how to connect with an audience like Franti does. It was nice to chill out to that at the end of the night as I watched the snow falling outside of my window, knowing I’d have a helluva chore in the morning in the form of finding my car underneath all the white stuff.
Today I received some blah news regarding a job interview I had a little while back. Yes, your boy Adam had an interview to be a writer’s assistant with the WWE. It would have been a heck of an experience. I say would have been because the opportunity is now past tense as they sent me a very nice email today saying they hired someone else. I have to say, throughout the entire process the WWE shined as one of the most professional organizations I’ve ever dealt with, returning emails and phone calls almost as soon as they were received. That may seem like something small, but it’s not. The common courtesy factor, as well as the professionalism factor, in the work world has almost all but disappeared and no matter what their storylines end up looking like I’m always going to remember how well I was treated as a job candidate.
I’m not angry about missing out on the gig. It would have been a lot of fun, but it’s not like I’m completely ass out, I’m doing pretty well right now. It’s kind of a weird feeling, wanting a gig but knowing you’ll still be fine even if you don’t get it. Walking through the halls of the WWE was a kick. I managed to snap a few flicks of the meeting room I was interviewed in when I was left to my own devices. It was great, memorabilia everywhere, including a section of a steel cage!
Well, today is Valentine’s Day and I sit here, single, waiting for the computer repair man to call. My computer, only a month old, caught a virus. I managed to extricate most of it, but there’s still some lingering side effects that require professional removal. I was downloading something and it came with the virus. The worst part about it was it’s not like I was downloading anything bad, it was just a program for work. If I had been downloading porn and gotten a virus I would have been like “OK, maybe I deserved that,” but it was a damned program for work! So for Valentine’s Day I got dumped (by the WWE) and caught a (computer) virus. Ouch! Hopefully things will look up for, errr, Presidents’ Day?
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The irony of the whole downloading thing is that I really wasn't downloading anything bad, just trying to jack a PDF creator. How can such a geeky file be laced with such evil!??