New Job

I really ought to update this thing more frequently. Unfortunately, life is startlingly uninteresting.

I've started a new job. Week one consisted of two free lunches and one fixed bug. I appreciate this ratio. My waistline less so, but there's a gym on-site so at least they offer solutions. At the second lunch the entire team I'm apparently a member of got trashed. Which lead to a good deal of gossip.

Let it be known that I love gossip and drama, but there are two strict rules I have with them:

1. Gossip stops at me.
2. Drama doesn't start with, revolve around, or contain me.

The new job has me behind Linux all day (RedHat) using VIM. I've made some people frown, but what can I say to those dirty EMacs fiends? Unfortunately the code repository we're using is comprised some sixty-odd percent of guano, but I suppose it excuses some slack time claiming I'm fighting with the application. Why we can't just use CVS or switch to Git is beyond me.

I got a comment on my HeavyInk page that I "write like a writer." I take it as a compliment even though I can't define what it entirely means. Good writing is like porn: I know it when I see it. And yes I am self-deprecating, but let me assure you that this is the least of my neuroses.

Pity my poor office mate. I am an Olympic typist. Nearly one hundred thundering wpm, and each keystroke is a heavy axe shattering on petrified wood. I swing five hundred times every minute. Ninety-eight percent accuracy. Accuracy is important, they judge you harshly on that. Especially France.