Wednesday, September 21, 2005

I quit my job the other day
If they had asked me in my interview, "Where do you see yourself in five years?" I suppose the correct answer would have been, "Quitting this job."

So now after moving across the country; from Seattle to New York, I'm doing it again; from New York to Santa Monica. I'm only semi-terrified out of my scull about this.

Last time it was no big deal because I knew exactly what I was getting myself into as far as my job went, even though I didnt really know what I was doing location-wise. This time it's all a huge mystery. I dont know who I'll be working with, don't know exactly what I'll be doing, don't know anything about where I'm moving ... yeah. At least I'll have delicious delicious mexican food.

So yeah. I'm going to be working at Yahoo. The Yahoo Media group to be exact. They've put me in charge of research and development for their jet propulsion and space exploration division. I'll be crunching the numbers and turning the dials developing their top-secret space roller-coaster.

No, seriously, I have no idea what I'll be doing. Slacking off if I have anything to say about it. Surfing if I get to pick. In your face ocean.

EDIT: P.S. I meant to post about this with the party post below, but right after Mahdis' party I got a ticket for drinking on the subway platform. I was just quietly drinking my 40 out of a brown paper bag when some super tight ass lady-cop comes up and goes, "Excuse me sir, may I ask what you're drinking?" In response I shouted, "DAMN YOU GOD!!! FOILED AGAIN!!!!"

In retrospect I probably should have thrown the 3/4 full glass bottle at the cops feet on the platform and booked it like a congressman in a brothel raid, but alas, I didn't have the presence of mind. Or maybe I just shouldn't have drank a beer 25 feet away from a cop I knew damn well was sitting there in the first place. No one is above the law apparently. Not even the clean cut white boy getting shitfaced on the subway platform at 3:30am.