It’s the time of year that I get all depressed because my lowly salary doesn’t allow me to buy whatever new device/software/service Steve Jobs has telepathically commanded me to buy.
Yesterday was the first day of working in the new offices for Comcast Advertising Sales, where I work, so I figure that I’ll talk about it a little bit.
In case you haven’t heard by now, Apple introduced a new music service on Monday that lets you buy music on a per-song or per-album basis through the new version of iTunes.
After five days of sleeping on various air mattresses, floors, and other non-comfortable things that people who are not in their own home tend to sleep on, I’m absolutely exhausted.
Last night, I watched the CNN crew embedded with the 3-7th infantry find and give medical assistance to a wounded Iraqi soldier near Saddam International Airport.
Just in case you’ve been living in a cave, I feel obligated to inform everyone that tonight’s the last episode of Joe Millionaire, or as I like to call it, the greatest series finale of all time.
Work wasn’t bad tonight. A guy gave me a $10 tip for helping him out. All I had to do was practically break my wrist getting it into his van in the 2º cold.
Someone posted a comment on my post about work from earlier, and I was just going to respond in another comment, but since it was getting long, I figured I’d make a whole post out of it.
Since I love Movable Type so much, and I had some money from failed hare-brained schemes sitting in my PayPal account, I decided to pay for this fine piece of software.
This being a weblog, and weblogs being the the type of place where stuff like this gets written, I should probably mention that Bee Gee Maurice Gibb has died.
So today I plan to send out my résumé for that associate editor job, and I also have a phone interview with Apple for its forthcoming King of Prussia store.
When I got home from work, there was a message for me that someone from Apple called me about the Apple Store that’s going to be built in King of Prussia.
Aside from that thing about needing to impose our will on the rest of the world, we Americans have few obsessions. Food and television are two of them. Sports is another.
It’s not supposed to be funny, it just is. Right. It’s not supposed to be an awful ripoff of The Osbornes, except totally lacking in any entertainment value, it just is, is more like it.
Well, I graduated. It wasn’t a terribly exciting thing. The realization of what happened didn’t really even set in until the next day, when I was the only one left.
Did you ever get a cut or something, and think, "Hey, I had better put a Band-Aid or something on this so I don’t get gangrene or some other similarly bad thing and die?"