Cold comfort for parents of unhappy kids

So there was a curious aftertaste this morning after a late night viewing of Apocalyspe Now Redux which didn't end till 3am. I am aparently becoming on of those people who doesn't sleep anymore. Not really eating much either. Oh I pick up scraps here and there. Naga cooked beans, earl grey tea, left over chicken alfredo... I make my way through life on the dregs of other's civilization.

So about my work situation - someone needs to find me a job I am good at. I don't have a strong sense of calling for this line of work. It's not that I don't have talent, but rather that I can't find anyone to teach me by example how to do things. You would think that this computer business would be a bit more robust than it appears to be. The industry seems to survive on spit and duct tape. Computers just don't work. That's the bottom line. The problem is that they are designed for users who don't exist in the real world.

Random picture of the day:


Mr. Bach is playing as I write this. Heather is being pissy via e-mail. Typical. Sara is ignoring me cause she's actually working... Let's see.... who else can I annoy. Damn... boss calls....