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Cyberspace (Blogophila 16.17)

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 Cyberspace The final frontier... No, it's not. It's a time sucking robot Leading down the primrose path The 21st Century Schizoid man Working for the puppermaster Selling out data And our souls  To the highest bidder.

Not Working (WWG 1.25)

 Am I always working? Not anymore. Honestly, I consider myself to be "retired". At almost 64 (will you still love me?), I have almost no patience in dealing with office drama or management stupidity. Yeah, I did a one year contract just recently and I realized I didn't miss anything. In a given week, like in the movie Office Space, I'd do fifteen minutes of actual work, mainly due to a combination of a horrible IT department and an HR group that honestly didn't care if anything go done. It's hard to calculate an annuity, when you can't get to the data.  So, I'm back to just surfing the net and figuring out if I should try to put that novel together.  We'll see. 

Work rant (Blogophilia 37.6)

I promise I'm not copying Tyler. I was thinking up this post this morning while trying to link my work computer to a new server. Several tries later, I was wishing my coffee was whiskey. But, I persevered and did get up and running.  As most of you know, I left my old job in State Government a little over a year ago and am now working in private industry.  Specifically, I am on contract with the largest pension services provider working on one of their largest accounts.  This is best described as a cavalcade of folly .  After a parade acquisitions and divestitures, there are 22 separate pension plans with to deal with. The total number of plan permutations that regularly happen is around 5000. Like every good workhorse, there aren't enough chrysanthemums in the world that could make the parade route smell good.  But, mums really don't smell. They just look pretty and propagate like wildflowers in my front flower bed.  Kind of like the pension plans ...

Pornography (Blogophilia 8.5)

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Sitting in the dark Alone with his thoughts And his computer. Images flicker Shock, Obsession,   Forbidden Euphoria Lived vicariously No commitment Burning bridges To the outside world The stellar night passes Paying no heed Looking for another hit.