Semi-false alarm

As it turns out, it’s possible to burn half a spindle of DVD-R disks before discovering that the Powerbook just doesn’t like that brand. There’s nothing wrong with my laptop that buying different media won’t fix.

I’m about half done with the inventory at Geekfarm. I was pulling out hundreds of tools from a messy pile on a floor-level shelf when my phone rang - my friend, when told what I was doing, said ‘So you’re rearranging a closet?’ When I stopped laughing I told her it was more of a high-ceilinged room full of shelves and boxes from floor to ceiling, and that the boxes on top were actually blocking out the fluorescent lighting. I’ve had to be extra careful as the piles are so disorganized it’s possible to run across a hand saw without realizing it. As I demonstrated today. Luckily it had a sleeve on the blade.

Wednesday, I will be counting IDE ribbon cables. Also CPU fans and heat sinks, and bags and bags and boxes of zip ties and patch cables and BNC cables and connectors. Aren’t you jealous?

Tomorrow, I will be putting the finishing touches on my room - I rearranged the furniture, which was about the only way to get things clean. The back of my desk had an inch of cat hair clinging to it.

I have still not gotten my diploma, nor have I had one phone call to set up an interview. I am enduring lots of questions from well-meaning people - ‘how are you marketing yourself? how are you at interviews?’ I DON’T KNOW, I CAN’T TALK TO ANYONE - ALL I DO IS LEAVE VOICEMAIL. PLEASE STOP NAGGING ME ABOUT THINGS I CAN’T CONTROL. THX. BUH-BYE.

Sore subject, yes. ‘Marketing yourself’ at this point is essentially spamming the world with resumes and eager cover letters. No one has a budget for novice interns.