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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").



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Monday, May 17 1999
Aside from the fact that Aaron the "class clown" was fired today, my workplace experience was vastly improved today. One of the improvements was that the developer working on replacing my copy-over process was moved back to the "top gun developer" room and I no longer had to overhear Marty talking to him in that condescending voice of his. By the way, the "top gun developers" are mostly ex-navy guys, having done work at places such as the Anti-Submarine Warfare unit. Sherms refers to them collectively as "the Navy Seals." I'm sure there's something appropriately cynical for me to say at this point, but I don't know what it is. I will say that the hiring of lots of former-military types is definitely another workplace step away from that Gus ideal that sits elusively in my subconscious. But the workplace was never really anything close to that ideal anyway. The community that uses the things I build voted overwhelmingly republican in a recent poll; that's why Elizabeth Dole will be the one doing the Wednesday cybercast, not [insert name of ho-hum Democrat here].
But at least my workplace focus is back. I've managed to cut way back on a lot of the mindless boredom-things I was doing on Thursday and Friday (checking my web logs, etc.). Still, it no longer feels like my company; it feels invaded or bought-out, with none of the benefits either scenario would bring.

In the evening, Kim and I went to Fry's to get the correct memory cards for her laptop. As usual for a Fry's experience, we waited in three different lines. The returns line was by far the slowest; I doubt the returns line employees receive recognition and special compensation for handling the a large number of returns, though I see there's a "Top Gun" list on a dry-erase board in the checkout department. Presumably employees receiving that accolade have served a remarkable number of customers in a given unit of time.
When I was done installing the 64 Megs of RAM on Kim's laptop it had 72 Megs total, meaning the memory I removed only came to 8 Megs. I've never used a laptop with so much memory before. It's much improved. By the way, Kim and I have vowed to never go to Fry's again.


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