The Kids Next Door

I’ve had problems in the past with my next-door neighbors (not sure if I’ve biatched about it here) playing loud music. The funny part is, I never actually saw them. The first time it happened, I knocked on the door and they didn’t open the door, instead I had to tell them to turn it down through the door. The second time, they didn’t answer at all and after a call to the apartment office, I haven’t heard much since. I can’t help but think that we could have found some middle ground if they had just opened the door and talked to me face-to-face.

There are also some kids that live down the hall, I can often hear them running around outside my balcony. It never bothers me, as its more random (running around the building, for example) and also, it eventually stops. The kids were playing with a soccer ball today and I heard the occasional ‘thump’ against the side of the building. It was certainly not enough to raise my ire (not that it is easily raised) but frequent enough for me to notice. The thumping soon stopped. I thought the kids had gone inside, but soon there was a knock on the door.

The ball had ended up on my balcony and they wanted me to get it for them (insert ‘get off my lawn’ joke here). I told them I would get it and gave it to them.

It would seem the kids down the hall have more common sense than the kids next door.

I never thought I’d say this…

but Thank God for Vista…

I was surfing away last Friday evening, and then BAM, just out of the blue, Ye Olde Blue Screen Of Death. XP has never blue-screened on me before (instead finding other various ways to give me grief) so that was something of an eye-opener. I then restarted the PC and got a “NO OPERATING SYSTEM FOUND” message.

As I like to say: the feces have struck the oscillating air-movement device.

Luckily for me, I had been running Vista for a few weeks and had transferred my files over some time ago, so all was well…otherwise I would have been one very unhappy geek!


I went shopping for a pair of headphones today. Now that I have a job where I can listen to music while I work, my MP3 player will be getting a lot more use. I am also exercising again, and music makes the time on the treadmill go quicker.

With this in mind, I head to the Big Electronics Store nearby. I ponder my choices…ear buds, ear buds with squishy things on the ends, around-the-ear clip things with ear buds, earbuds that go around the back of your head, and a headphone-looking thing with earbuds on the ends.

I sigh and walk out of the store, because for the life of me, I CANNOT FARKING WEAR EARBUDS! Something about my ears is not right, because after about 5 minutes in there, they hurt like hell. Thus, I have to wear the old-school headphones that go over the top of your head with the speakers on the ends that go on the outside of the ear.

I begrudgingly go to the discount retailer nearby and find a set of “classic” headphones, cursing the “cool kids” under my breath with their iPods and white earbuds every step of the way.

Forty Off The Grid

The new job is starting great so far, albeit with the usual bombardment of new acronyms, procedures and list of Things That You Can’t Do Here.

Sadly, near the top of that list is the Internet. Up until this point, I have been fortunate enough to be at places where the tubes aren’t being monitored. This employer has it locked down, though, and unlike other companies I have worked at, they actually monitor and enforce the rules. I was told early on about a guy that got the boot for installing a torrent client on his work PC…but honestly, anyone dumb enough to do that deserves to be Insta-Fired.

So, its no more IM-ing my buds over at other offices, no more checking e-mail or the news throughout the day, instead its just work, work, and whatever music I can squeeze into my 2GB MP3 player. That isn’t necessarily a bad thing, though…I think it will keep me focused more on the task at hand, and I’m looking forward to learning some cool stuff at this new gig.

I cheated the first week by using my phone to check my email and even IM, but I’m now paranoid enough to have stopped doing that, as well. I’m not sure I want to see the reaction of the gal that the unemployment office upon hearing “I got fired for browsing the Net.”