The Final Countdown

Dammit Max, that fucking song is stuck... bastard...

But hey, when I last joined y'all, I was in a pretty bitchy mood. I was convinced I'd be walking out on my job and cursing TDMH. I'll probably curse him still, but it's amazing what a difference a few days can make.

For starters, the Hardest Working Man at Corporation X won. Which means I win. Which means I can spend my final week helping out. Granted, I'm teamless, which makes me sad. And I'm bummed I won't have as much contact with someone who's become a beloved friend (proving once again I am capable of crying because of chat, dammit). But really, this is pretty close to going out on my terms.

Let the bitterness be gone.

Now the only test: How many agents can I QA in 40 hours? I predict a shit-ton. Like at least 10 per day, if not more. We're required to do 10 a week. Heh.
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I've got a few more reasons for my blissful mood. And believe me, Daylight Saving Time has *nothing* to do with it.

For starters, I actually have a little bit of financial stability. Both tax refunds hit Friday at midnight. We got paid Friday, and I got my referral bonus (take that you worthless whore!). And the referral bonus paid for... an 80 GB iPod! Yes, I know new ones are around the corner. Yes, I have the one from work. But you know, every once in awhile you need to do something for you. So I did.

It appears I'll be moving as well. Out of the hovel and into a place that's closer to Scott and should allow me to have (gasp!!) company over. I've been there once, but there was a beer pong table set up and I didn't really take too close of a look.

As if that stuff wasn't enough, I'm applying for a job I really don't think I'm going to get. But if I get it... holy shit. I don't like the term dream job, but really, I have 90% of what they're looking for and I can learn the rest. Or delegate. But I haven't even submitted my portfolio for that yet, so no need for excitement. Even if I don't get it, I've got a solid job waiting for me. And I count moving as a good thing.

And then there was Friday night, which was a hoot even if 1) the drive home was interesting and 2) I didn't feel human until about 3 p.m. today. Yeah. Corp X on a hangover. >_>

And then there's the usual Scott goodness. *sigh*

Let's hear it for free mental time. *rawrr*

Daylight Saving Time can eat a dick. I hate the fact the Powerbook clock went from 1:59 to 3 a.m. Fucking efficient Macs (damn Apple and their software updates!)