So, I got about 40 hours in during my 4 days in albuquerque. About half of those hours were spent twiddling my thumbs at the airport. Though I did go up briefly in an airplane, and do some total busy work. A sad testimony, but this did result in me feeling better about the whole operation.
Add in my per diem for food, and a quite respectable sum will come out of it. This is good because Simon mentioned last night that he didn’t recall ever getting the security deposit for the last place from me. Turns out he’s completely correct. D’oh! $522.07 that I do not currently have. In fact, the only roommate I do not owe money to the tune of multiple hundreds of dollars is Shannon. I need to find another job so that I can negotiate a higher rate, or just haul my ass out of debt.
My uncle is the ceo of a little software company, http://www.ulrichmedicalconcepts.com to run paperless medical offices. Other employees of this limited size company include my cousin, as a developer, and my aunt as a trainer (and some other Ulrich as a developer), out of seventeen total employees. My dad is also one of their customers. We were talking on the phone the other day as I was getting over the romantic disappointment I’d set myself up for, and he was talking about how one of his partners had been screwed in the Zanesville office when the new lexington office, which held the central server went offline. We then got started talking about synchronizing multiple servers and so forth and so on. I said it was complicated, but doable, and I have to admit, at that moment, a little light went on, and I thought that I could move out to KY, work on this with my extended family, and possibly pull my ass out of debt. In the same phone call, I’d arranged to join my parents for thanksgiving (they’re buying the tickets, shit, need to get back to them on that), and we’d go down to visit said uncle, along with other members of the extended family, including granny, my sole surviving grandparent.
Which leads to other news. My maternal grandfather bit it shortly before I headed off to ABQ. Turns out he was something of a jerk to me and my sibs, I haven’t seen him in over a decade, and a year or two after I’d last seen him, in response to a question regarding why we hadn’t seen him, mom declared that he’d abused her, which I totally buy, and that she didn’t want to expose us to him. I was fine with that. I didn’t go to the funeral.
I also read more for the upcoming class than I have for any prior day of class. It’s nice to know that I can do it, but kinda sad to think that I have to be somewhere that there’s nothing to do and no one I know to get those kinds of results. Maybe I should go to Madison or Cornell for grad school. (assuming of course I got in. I could apply to Ohio U for similar rural-ness with a greatly increased chance of acceptance).