Sunday, December 09, 2018

Jukebox Zero

Decided to kill some time a few days ago by playing some guitar.  I have very vague memories of a time when I used to enjoy playing guitar; never was any good, although I have clocked in over 1,000 hours playing “Rocksmith” on my computer.  I suppose that must translate to me enjoying the process somewhat.  Now I’m sitting here with my upper left arm and shoulder in constant pain.  That, you see, is just the way life works for me these days.  Nothing ever has any positive results – nothing.  Everything I do just adds more to the pile of shit that my life has become.

The thing is, I don’t get it.  This is not the first time I’ve had debilitating pain that I’ve been able to trace back to playing guitar; however, the specifics of the sessions that caused the pain are anything but identical.  Hell, the pain wasn’t even in the same arm.  It’s kind of like life’s telling me that even if I somehow discover something that I might enjoy it’s not going to let that happen.  Nope … if it somehow doesn’t end in soul-crushing disappointment, it’s not something that I’ll be allowed to do…

The first time that playing guitar fucked me over was about 3½ years ago when I was living in Nevada.  On that occasion, it was triggered by playing my acoustic guitar on my sofa.  The result of this – for some reason – was that my right arm became sore early the next day with the pain slowly increasing for a couple days until I was unable to use the arm for anything.  I ended up going to a local doctor.  Got X-rayed, diagnosed with severe bursitis and prescribed a couple of drugs – one for the swelling (that I don’t remember having) and one for the pain.  My parents even flew down to help me although they didn’t arrive for a few days and the issue had pretty much resolved itself by then.  I still don’t know what the true issue was as I’ve played my acoustic many times since without incident; all I know was that it was very painful and ended up causing grief to my poor parents as well as me.  What I didn’t know was that, although the circumstances vary, this was going to become somewhat of a recurring issue.

According to what I’ve been able to decipher by searching my past postings on Facebook, the next time something similar happened was about a year later.  I was neither sitting on my sofa nor playing my acoustic guitar; however, the results were hauntingly familiar.  This time I was standing and playing the bass I recently acquired.  Upon waking the next morning, the pain began and consistently increased until my arm was useless.  Interestingly enough, it was my left arm this time – different arm, same bullshit.  Didn’t bother jumping through the hurdles required to see a doctor this time, though … just decided to wait out the pain.  For you see, being that this was after making my bone-head decision to become a professional poker player, I no longer had good medical insurance; that’s just the way it is in this capitalistic country – if you’re not either rich or in a current process of trying to become rich, you’re not worth keeping alive.  I was relying on the bronze-level, bullshit health insurance I had obtained through healthcare.gov.  This makes actually seeing doctors for any non-emergency, life-threatening purposes as difficult and expensive as they can legally get away with.  No sense making things worse by actually attempting to obtain any medical help.  When I did bother with this the last time, they pretty much proved to be quite useless when all was said and done…

As mentioned above, I have once again started this deja vu … three days ago.  This latest run-in began with me playing my Les Paul whilst standing for somewhere between an hour and a half to two hours.  The exact amount of time is unknown, although I do know I completed a 90-minute non-stop, random selection of songs as a single set followed by playing a couple songs that I selected afterwards.  The pain – my left arm/shoulder this time, same as the last one – started to arrive a couple days ago and has been, as before, consistently increasing in severity since.  So, as I stated at the start of this article, I am now sitting with constant pain.

What all this means now is that I apparently can no longer play my guitars unless I’m willing to risk losing the functionality of an arm (or even worse, possibly both arms) for a number of days afterwards … not to mention having to deal with the pain that is also associated with this.  So, it now looks like I won’t be playing my guitars to kill time.  One more joy gone…

It’s getting to where everything seems to be pointless.  I’m trying to land a job (pathetic as that process seems to be going…) so that I can once again be a contributing member of society; however, I’m having a harder and harder time explaining why I’m even bothering.  It’s gotten to the point where I actually don’t want to do anything.  That can’t be healthy…

bis später,

Coriolis

Monday, December 03, 2018

Mich-again

I’m back in Michigan.  Moved back in with the parents.  Last I posted, I had just started and ended my new job back in Santa Clara, California – all on the same day – and was just about to begin the cross-country drive.  Not really sure if I was clear enough about the ‘Route 66’ adventure not happening, however that trip did not happen.  There was – for a couple days – still a possibility of me driving back down to Santa Monica, meeting up with Craig as he flew in from Michigan and actually completing that adventure; however, it didn’t happen.  What ended up happening was me driving straight from Santa Clara (well, Fremont actually…) to Allen Park, Michigan all by myself – a quick, four-day drive down I-80.  Other than picking up a speeding ticket (102 in a 75 zone) in Nebraska, the trip was quite uneventful.  I arrived at my parent’s house on a Sunday, early in the afternoon … been living here since.

I think I actually am losing my sanity now.  Nothing seems to make sense to me lately.  It clearly now appears that I should have stuck with that crappy job I successfully landed in Santa Clara.  It most definitely would have been a nightmare – as far as jobs go – however it sure would have let me avoid many of the current situations that I find myself dealing with. First and foremost, I would have been employed.  I now have the pleasure of attempting to solve my lack of employment issue whilst living in Michigan.  This adds quite a bit of complication to a problem that I’ve been working on solving for well over a year already.

The thing is that backend, digital, ASIC, “place and route” – where my expertise is – is not something that is even done here in the Detroit Metropolitan area.  Everything – EVERYTHING – related to electrical engineering around here is directly tied to the auto industry.  It’s also 100% analog in nature.  There are jobs related to ASICs, however all of them appear to be incorporating ASICs designed elsewhere into PCB circuitry sold to auto manufacturers.  I know, “blah blah blah technical crap most people reading this could care less about” – sorry ‘bout that …  It’s just so frustrating to me.  I was hoping to perhaps find something in engineering that I could do around here, but I can’t.  My 20 years of learning more and more about less and less has made me far too specialized.  I don’t do analog circuitry – I don’t remember what I “learned” in college some 25 years ago.

My next plan at solving my lack of job issue was to just throw away my experience and change fields completely.  Didn’t really have an idea about what I wanted to do nor how I would get into it – still don’t.  I applied for a job with Guitar Center as something called an “Operations Associate” as the job posting made it appear that no experience was needed and that training would be provided.  Sent my resume along with a cover letter that I typed up explaining that I was trying to change careers as I figured they would wonder why someone with my resume was applying.  Never heard anything back from that…

Considered (and am still possibly considering) trying to get some sort of IT job but don’t really know what training I would need.  Seems like it’s all very specialized towards what is needed for the specific job one has.  Since, I have no specific job, this makes me hesitant to spend any money and time taking a class that may never be useful for me.  I don’t know … maybe I’m overthinking things…

I’m currently back to looking for a job in my field – as specialized as it is.  Translation – I am looking for a job somewhere other than here.  I’ve got a couple leads for contract positions in California and Texas although I have been applying to opportunities anywhere in the country – even applied to several positions in Canada though I have heard nothing back on those.  I’m basically back to what I was doing prior to landing the job in Santa Clara.  Now, however, I am doing it from Michigan rather than California.  Getting pretty much the same results though – had a few phone interviews resulting in me waiting to hear more and many applications sent resulting with no reply at all.  Sometimes I get rejection emails, but usually I get nothing.  It’s now well over 200 opportunities that I have applied for since deciding to give up on poker.

This decision to move back in with my parents has also introduced several issues that caught me a bit off guard – all related to my car.  Granted, some of these issues only exist because of my pride.  I do realize that, although I do like my car, it is just a car; however, it is a 2002 Firehawk.  It’s a limited edition (only 1501 were built) model with slightly more than 60k miles.  It’s rarely (very rarely) been driven in rain and never been driven in snow.  Although it was involved in a couple accidents in California, I made sure all repairs were completed by professionals.  I’ve done the best I could to take care of this car.  Now I’m back in Michigan.

Michigan, as many of you may already be aware, is pretty much the worst place for vehicles.  The roads are a freaking mess – more potholes than pavement – and when winter comes around things really become a nightmare.  They spray the roads with salt.  Salt doesn’t do good things to cars.  The whole idea of driving my over-powered, rear-wheel-drive car on the icy, salt-covered roads of southeast Michigan throughout the winter makes me cringe.  So … I’ve decided to put my Firehawk in storage.  Now I have no car (well, I “have” one … in storage).  I’ll be needing to purchase a vehicle if I stay here.  So there’s that now…

I was able to obtain a Michigan driver’s license without much hassle; however, was unable to register my car.  I did change my car insurance from California to Michigan; unfortunately, I could not complete a Michigan registration due to not having a title for my car.  I might “have” a title but, if I do, it would be located in my file cabinet.  My file cabinet just so happens to currently be residing in a storage unit somewhere in Nevada along with the rest of my possessions.  You see, apart from my car and few select things I decided to take with me to Santa Monica, everything I own was packed in a truck by the movers I hired in Henderson and taken to storage.  I’m supposed to get an apartment and give that address to the movers at some point to get my stuff delivered.  That’s a bridge I suppose I’ll be jumping off sometime in the future … assuming I ever get myself an apartment and who the hell knows if that’s ever going to happen…?  But, as usual, I digress … back to what I was talking about…

Now I’m working on obtaining a duplicate title for my vehicle – no easy task here…  My initial guess was to try the California DMV.  I filled out a California “Title Application” and sent it, along with a brief letter of explanation as well as a money order for $21 – the duplicate title fee, to the California DMV in Sacramento.  I “should” have taken the moment required to look at my current, still valid, California registration prior to doing this.  It clearly states that no title was issued for this registration.

Okay, so a bit of an explanation on what I have since discovered is in order here.  Apparently, in some states a vehicle can be registered without a title.  Not sure exactly which states are included in the complete list, however both California and Nevada allow this.  I now know this as I did exactly that in both California (twice, actually) and Nevada.  Michigan, however, does not allow this.  In Michigan the owner of a vehicle must possess a valid title to said vehicle in order to obtain registration and plates.  So that got me to wondering exactly how the hell I was going to get a copy of my title…

After looking into things a bit, I was able to discover that I had paid off my loan for this car back in 2008.  I was still “technically” living in Colorado then; although I was “actually” living in California.  For you see, I owned a house in Colorado where my car was stored.  It was apparently in 2008 that I decided to bring my car with me to California.  The reason I believe this is because I was able to discover from the California DMV that the first year my car was registered in California was 2009.  Interestingly enough, it was registered without a title…  This leads me to believe that I need to be going through the Colorado DMV in an attempt to get a duplicate title.  It does appear that it was registered as a Colorado vehicle when the loan was paid off.

I called the Colorado DMV to see if they’d be able to help me with this and basically discovered that, in Colorado, bureaucracy rules.  They told me that I needed to fill out and send in a “Record Search Request” (form DR2489a) to see if a title for my vehicle is in their system and then, if it is, I should fill out and send in a “Duplicate Title Request” (form DR2539a) to request a duplicate title be sent to me.  I then asked if they might be able to save me some time and let me know if the title was in their records over the phone and was told that they couldn’t do that because there was no way to prove I was who I was claiming to be.  What I ended up doing was sending in the “Search Request” followed by the “Title Request” a few days later.  The way I figure it is, if the “Title Request” comes back to me requesting some kind of missing information, I should have the information by then from the “Search Request” I filed.  If I’m lucky, the information I put in the “Duplicate Title Request” will be sufficient and I’ll get my title…

Oh yeah, and to add to this, I’m also a bit in the dark on whether or not the title – should it be found in the Colorado DMV records – will be in my name.  There is still somewhat of a possibility that the lien from the loan was never removed in Colorado.  That was supposed to have been done when I registered my car after paying off the loan … but I don’t think I registered the car in Colorado again after the loan was paid off.  I suppose the lien may still be on my car’s title.  I was able to get a lien release document from the credit union … just in case.  I’m still waiting for this mess to sort itself out…

The latest twist in this pathetic story that is my life is that Ray, one of my oldest friends, is basically offering me a job whilst I continue to look for work.  Yeah, it’s as strange as it sounds and that’s what’s bothering me the most about it.  He’s offering me a chance to work at his company in pretty much a secretarial role as a way for me to earn some money and possibly move out of my parent’s place.  I really do appreciate the offer however I don’t think I could do that.  If I took the job, I would need to get a vehicle.  I suppose that’s not too big a deal, I’m pretty sure I could pick up something half-way decent for a few grand.  What happens, however, if I then land one of the jobs I am trying to get?  I suppose I could sell the vehicle I purchased, but how much of a pain would that be?  Remember now that the jobs I am trying to land all require me to be moving most likely quite far from Michigan.

As for moving out of my parent’s house, I would love to.  Once again though, what happens if I land a job?  I don’t know … I suppose I could always break the lease of any apartment I got although I would need to once again have my possessions (assuming I ended up getting them delivered from Nevada) moved again to wherever the job I landed was.  Getting an apartment of my own would probably be the smart thing to do though as the office for Ray’s company is actually located down in Toledo, Ohio.  I don’t think driving daily between Allen Park and Toledo makes too much sense – heck, the gas cost alone would make the whole endeavor somewhat pointless…

Besides, I can’t screw over my buddy like that.  I fully realize he’s going out of his way to offer me assistance, but what kind of worker would I be if my main goal was finding work elsewhere?  I need to be able to open my schedule for any interviewing that may be required on my job search and I have absolutely no idea how frequently time off would be needed for that.  Heck, there’s been four days in the last couple weeks that I would have needed to be away from work for interviews.  I’m hoping that my interviewing may soon become even more frequent and who knows if I may be needing to travel somewhere for an interview…?  It just seems to me that this whole looking for a job these days is a job of its own.  If I agree to work with Ray’s company, I would feel obligated to do that job as well as I could.  Right now, I just feel that this job hunt I am currently on would get in the way…

I suppose another option here would be to take the job with Ray as a change in career.  It wouldn’t pay even close to what I expect to be able to get should I land a job in my current (“former,” I suppose, when the whole poker bullshit is taken into account) career however that’s assuming I am ever able to actually land a job.  I don’t know … seems like the last few phone interviews I had went decently but you never know these days – will they end up like all the other interviews I’ve had this last year?  I sure hope not…

Oh well … I’m planning on meeting up with Ray tomorrow down in Toledo.  Maybe talking with him will give me some direction…

bis später,

Coriolis

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

The End of a New Beginning

Well fuck me … that was quick.  Drove the 348 miles from Santa Monica to Fremont a couple days ago.  Was planning on making my new home up in the Silicon Valley – somewhere not too far from the job that I got in Santa Clara.  I had my concerns – mainly about the cost of living and the fact that I needed to somehow find an apartment after not having any provable steady income for the last damn near five years – but I was determined.  Sure, I let myself get low-balled on the salary aspect for this new job (side note here:  NEVER, EVER discount your self-worth … NEVER!) and I knew this was going to make things, in general, a bit more difficult.  Just how much more didn’t really sink in until I began my stay at the “extended stay” hotel where I am currently sitting and writing up this blog post.  You need to be getting paid very well around here if you ever want to feel any sense of security.  I so desperately miss the sense of security that I once had…

Showed up yesterday to my new job.  Arrived at the building at 10:21am – the recruiter that I was working with to land this job had informed me earlier that I was “scheduled” to begin work at 10:30am.  Nobody was there to meet me.  The glass doors to the office were locked and the reception area was completely empty as far as any human lifeforms were concerned.  There was a note taped to one door instructing somebody (I forget the name, but it wasn’t me…) to ring the doorbell if their card didn’t work so that someone could come let them in.  Sure enough, I discovered what appeared to be a doorbell just above one of those magnetic card readers over to the right of these main doors.  I rang it.

Not too long after, some guy showed up in the reception area.  He looked at me standing there with an expression that demonstrated he was most definitely not expecting to have been seeing me.  He did, however, open the doors and I introduced myself and said that I was scheduled to be beginning work there today (well, yesterday, but you get the gist…).  I mentioned the name of the recruiter that told me to be there and was instructed to have a seat whilst he attempted to call her.  Don’t think he ever spoke with anyone on the phone – if memory serves me correctly … I was in a bit of a state of bewilderment at what was happening and hadn’t really had any decent sleep for the last couple of nights prior to this – however he then escorted me into the main office area and asked me what kind of work I did.  Told him I was there to do Digital Place and Route, Physical Design work and I believe I mentioned the names of the engineers that I interviewed with – well, an engineer and a VP of Engineering that I interviewed with.  Figured this would help as this guy was also claiming to be a VP of Engineering – not the same one I interviewed with, however.  He then began leading me toward the cube-farm area of the physical design engineers and told me to take a seat in any cube.  He would try to get ahold of the recruiter I mentioned and send her over.

So, here’s where I really started questioning exactly what I’ve gone and gotten myself into.  We walked through the office – aisle after aisle and row after row of empty cubicles containing a vast assortment of random shelving structural pieces, “parts” of computers (mainly monitors, cables and keyboards that all appeared to not have been used in years) and extremely worn office furniture – leather on chairs that, for large swaths, was no longer leather.  I walked through this junk yard and settled down on one of the better-looking chairs in one of the many, many available empty cubicles.  It was then that this other VP of Engineering gave me the general direction to where I could find coffee or tea while I waited and pretty much disappeared.  I found my way to the break room, got myself some tea (would have been coffee, but none was made and I wasn’t about to be so presumptuous as to brew an entire urn of coffee just for me…) and headed back to the cube I claimed to wait.  Wasn’t sure exactly what I was waiting for, but my selection of “things to do” seemed to be limited to one – wait…

There was a guy sitting in the cube across from the one I selected.  He appeared to be busy with something on his laptop computer.  He was obviously not the least bit interested in why I was there and did a great job of just ignoring me completely.  Not sure what he was doing – none of my business, I suppose – although I decided to do the “neighborly thing” and introduce myself.  I got his name.  Don’t remember what it was.  It was, as they almost always are in my industry, very very Indian in nature – not that there’s anything wrong with that; I just have a lot of difficulty remembering names in general … Indian names, no chance.  Found out that he, too, was there to do Digital PnR work and that was that.  He went back to what he was doing on his laptop and we never spoke again.  I went back to my doing nothing but waiting … slowly growing more and more concerned about the situation…

I believe I spent approximately a half hour sitting there sipping on my tea, waiting for what’s to come next and sending out an update to my friends on Facebook as sort of a desperate cry for help before I overheard my name being mentioned in a conversation occurring a few cube rows away.  I decided to head in that direction to see if maybe somebody involved in it might have a clue as to why I was there.  The recruiter I was expecting to meet was part of this conversation as well as a couple other guys.  One presented me with a laptop and we all headed back to the cube I was now living in.  They asked me if I had been able to access my work email account and I informed them that I had.  They then dropped a couple IP addresses which I took note of (having absolutely no idea why I was being told these) and mentioned something about sending an email to a specific address that I also took note of.  It was all very cryptic and absolutely nothing was making any sense to me.  What were they expecting me to do?  I wasn’t given any direction whatsoever.  I was then asked if I had read “the” email.  What email?  The only email I had received prior to starting work was informing me of my work email account.  I received no email at my new account as of then.

This was going nowhere.  Figured the best thing I could do at this point was to switch on the laptop they gave me (a piece of shit 2012 model with a Windows 7 and an Intel CORE i5 sticker on the palm rest) and basically show them the email I received.  This I did.  Apparently “the” email was never sent.  Hell, I still do not know what “the” email was … perhaps I read it later that day – I really don’t know.  It was then that one of the guys (the engineer I had interviewed with about a week earlier) mentioned something about me setting up my VNC and reading emails to get up to speed on where the project was and they all left.  Okay … what now…?

Figured I might as well begin by configuring this laptop to my likings.  Creating bookmarks for my work email account, maybe doing some interface customization … you know, the standard shit you do when you receive a new computer.  I started doing that.  That’s when I discovered just how out-of-date this machine actually was.  It was originally running Windows 7 as clearly shown by the sticker on the palm rest, however it had been upgraded to Windows 10 at some point.  It was actually in mid-update mode as the “Shut down” and “Restart” selections had the familiar “Update and” text appended to both.  (Oh yeah, and as a side note, I mentioned to the guy that appeared to be the IT-guy that I was trying to update this machine and got the gut-wrenching response about him basically not liking updates.  It always bothers me when IT departments ignore updates to computer equipment … just seems lazy.  These updates are usually released for valid reasons.  Granted they sometimes cause issues to current procedures in IT, however that doesn’t mean they should just be ignored.  But I digress…)  I selected the “Update and Restart” followed by checking for the existence of any more updates to the operating system (it was now fully updated) and then ran DELL’s “Support Assist” tool to see if I could fix the driver issue that was being reported and discovered that this machine was actually two firmware versions behind in its BIOS.

I was able to flash one update to the firmware successfully although the driver issue was not resolved.  Couldn’t update the BIOS to the later firmware version, though.  Something about the computer not having the correct specs – whatever, I left it where it was.  I do believe that this was exactly why the machine was reporting the driver issue but didn’t want to waste too much time on my first day at the new job basically doing what should have been done by their IT department years ago.  No, I needed to start figuring out how to do some real work.  Nobody seemed to want to tell me anything, though.  I did receive a few emails related to PuTTY and VNC settings which were not much help other than giving me an initial password and saying I needed to change it.  I did accomplish this and figured out how to login to a server (exactly what server it was is anyone’s guess) and start a VNC session that I was able to view on my laptop.  Yippee … who cares?  Nobody was giving me anything to do…

That was basically the way my entire day went.  I was giving myself bullshit, busy-work tasks to complete to be prepared for when I might need to actual do such tasks and basically trying to make heads or tails out of the several group emails that I obtained access to at some point in the day.  In time, it became clear to me what this project actually was.  It’s an older project that they’re trying to resurrect.  That’s never good.  Projects die for a reason – often times several reasons.  Why did this project die?  Why are they trying to restart it?  Why does this office look like a freaking junk yard?  Why did they give me a six-year-old computer to use?  Why didn’t they even supply me with a mouse?  Why, on Earth, are they using Office 365 through web browsers rather than installing the “Office apps” on the laptops like all other professional businesses do?  What the hell is going on here?!?!?

The final straw came for me when I decided to ask the engineer I interviewed with where I might be able to get a mouse to use.  His response was to basically look for one in all the junk lying around and started going through random drawers in various cubicles looking for a mouse that might be there.  Seriously???  This is a professional business???  I think not.  He then mentioned that I could ask that IT guy and we both headed over to do this.  His response, after looking through the junk on his desk and not finding one – he could put a req. in for a mouse although all purchase requests needed to be okayed and signed off for by this company’s CEO.  Holy fucking shit!  Really?!?  The CEO needs to sign-off on the purchase of a mouse for an engineer?  This company IS screwed.  That’s when I quit.

No … they weren’t paying me nearly enough to get on that sinking ship.  Pathetically enough, I now get to fall back to my original, pre-Santa Clara plan.  I’m moving back in with my parents … at least for a little while.  Exactly how I’m getting home is still an open issue.  Nothing in my world plays out as expected.  I am planning to check out of this hotel much earlier than I booked it for – most likely tomorrow.  Luckily the manager here is taking pity on me and only charging me for one week (for the three nights I was here) as opposed to the 30-days that is the usual charge for early check-out on a booking scheduled for longer than a month – I had this room booked through the 20th of October (some 32 days from today).  It’s still not cheap and basically just more to add to what this fiasco ended up costing me.  Any way you look at it, this latest adventure is nothing more than another huge mistake.  I sure hope my luck is better for this long drive I have coming up…

bis später,

Coriolis

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

A New Beginning

Looks like the ‘Route 66’ trip is officially off.  The one-way ticket from Detroit to Los Angeles that I purchased about a week and a half ago for my buddy won’t be used (I suppose I need to investigate possibly getting a refund on that…).  No … I won’t be driving some 2500 miles east, north-east to move back in with my parents in a bit over a week as I have been planning.  I will, however, be loading up my car and driving some 300 miles north on Sunday – four days from today.  I’ll be heading for a hotel in Santa Clara where I have booked an “extended stay” for a month.  For you see, I appear to have landed a job today…

It’s a bit strange.  I’ve been trying quite hard to find a job once again doing what I was basically training to do for the first 23 years of my life … been damn near an entire year now.  As I mentioned in earlier posts to this blog that nobody reads, I wasn’t having much luck.  Primarily due to the four-year hole that I put in my resume – mid-life crisis delusion of grandeur … you know, same-ole same-ole…  In fact, just two days ago I was still waiting to receive an email scheduling an initial phone interview with a company down in San Diego.  Never received that email and, in fact, never had the phone interview that was scheduled to have happened by no later than yesterday (“3-5 business days” from when I got the initial email notification…).  I did, however, receive a phone call yesterday morning from a different company – one of the other 90 or so companies that I had sent applications to.  A couple calls yesterday, a few calls today and “Viola!” I got a job.

Now, to be completely honest here, what I currently have is a one-month contract (1099 work) that, if I am able to demonstrate my usefulness, will turn into a full-time job with benefits.  Their VP of Engineering just wasn’t sold on hiring me directly full-time because of that damn resume hole; however, I somehow convinced him to let me prove myself.  I’m not too worried though, with some 20-years’ experience doing this work prior to my hiatus, I believe it’ll come back to me in no time.  I had no problem completing the small contract job I picked up earlier this summer.  No, I know what I’m doing.  I’m sure I’ll be able to pitch-in…

Why then am I feeling such malaise?  That is the question that I am currently trying to figure out.  I suppose it’s most likely a combination of things.  For starters, I was actually beginning to look forward to doing the ‘Route 66’ trip with my buddy.  Spoke to him on the phone today and found out that he, as well, was looking quite forward to the adventure – said he’s been working long hours at a side-job in an effort to get more money for the trip.  Made me feel bad to tell him that it was no longer scheduled to be happening.

I was also looking quite forward to moving back to the old stomping grounds.  Sure, I would have been moving back in with my parents for some unknown amount of time and, truth be told, that’s actually somewhat pathetic for a man my age; however, it would have given me the opportunity to spend some more time with them while they’re still around – nobody lives forever…  That and I would have been able to hang out with many of my old friends on a more frequent basis than I get to when it’s only during trips back home around holidays.

I don’t know, seems to me that what I am doing here is once again letting money become more important than life.  We all (well, most of us at least…) seem to do this for a large portion of our lives.  For most, though, the choice is a necessity.  It costs quite a bit to raise a family these days.  I have no family to raise … never even been married.  My choice is far more selfish – it’s merely to make sure that I can take care of myself financially after retirement.  From all the stories I’ve read in the news, seems to me one can never have enough put aside to survive retirement these days.  We’re all just rats in cages destined to be running on our hamster wheels until we drop dead.  Jobs of the olden days used to provide people with pensions after they retired – those are, for the most part, gone now … merely ideas that seem to only have been myths to today’s working class.  Sure, there’s Social Security – for now – but what’s that get you?  Will it be enough to continually let you pay the consistently increasing rent for as long as you need?  I doubt it – that’s kind of why IRAs and 401k’s exist – you’re most likely going to need more.  And just exactly how much more is anyone’s guess.  That pretty much depends on how long you end up living.  Usually that’s an unknown…

Oh well, que sera, sera … I emailed the signed contract back for this job.  Decision made.  Right or wrong, I’m going to be starting work Monday morning.  I actually do think it’s most likely what is best.

bis später,

Coriolis

Monday, September 10, 2018

What's Next...?


And today yet one more twist gets added to my wonderful life … well, not exactly “added” – more along the lines of popping up again.  Let me explain…

I received a voice-mail from a buddy of mine who is currently traveling the country.  He was checking in to see if I had heard anything more about this possible employment opportunity that I am supposed to be getting a phone interview with sometime in the “next 3-5 business days” as of last Tuesday (today is a Monday, in case you were wondering…).  I’ve heard nothing, but that’s not what I’m on about today – that’s basically what I was expecting.  Nothing seems to ever work out for me as of late; but I digress…  No, the wrinkle that has popped up again is that I received this voice-mail without my phone ever ringing.  I was sitting here at my computer messing around with some video files just to basically kill time – killing time is a very common activity for me these days – when “Ping!” a notice pops up on my phone about a new voice-mail being received.  “That’s unusual,” I thought.  I don’t recall my phone ringing.  Sure enough, when I check the voice-mail, it’s the one I mentioned above.  Now why would my buddy just leave me a voice-mail instead of just calling me?  Seems strange…

Well, it should have seemed strange because my buddy actually did call.  My phone never rang although it did allow for him to leave a voice-mail.  Good thing it did because, if it hadn’t, I would never have discovered that my damn phone wasn’t working.  You see, the first thing I did after listening to the voice-mail was to call back my buddy.  All I heard during this attempt to actually make a phone call – with my phone, mind you – was silence.  No rings, no voices – pure silence.  I thought to myself, “Hmm, that’s weird.”  But, wouldn’t you know it, this same exact thing happened to me before.  A bit over a week ago, when I was attempting to have a phone call with my other buddy – the one that I am flying out to LAX so that he can ride back with me on ‘Route 66’ in a bit under a couple of weeks from now – I also received a voice-mail sans any incoming call notification.  It, of course, was from this other buddy who actually attempted to call me as well.  Venturing down that rabbit hole lead me to basically re-enable the “Voice-over-WiFi” feature of my phone and reboot it.  After doing this, I was then once again able to both make and receive phone calls.  I figured it must have just been weak cell-service that was causing the issue and, as long as my WiFi connection stayed strong, everything should be fine moving forward.  Nope.  Today proved that theory incorrect…

I made exactly zero changes to the “connections” settings of my phone – a very expensive Samsung Galaxy Note 8 that I purchased less than a year ago through Verizon Mobile.  I thought everything was cool.  I figured if anybody called me, my phone would ring – seems like perfectly sane expectations as it was working fine a week ago – however, at least once that I now know of, that did not happen.  What to do … what to do…?

Ends up, this time, all I needed to do in order to get my phone properly functioning as a phone again was to just reboot it.  A simple reboot after making no changes at all to the settings and I was able to make a return call to my buddy.  That’s not good.  That is, in fact, very bad.  What that means is that the issue is not with Verizon – it’s my goddamn phone!  I suppose there does exist the possibility that Verizon’s cell service in my area was having issues that they fixed during the time that I was rebooting my phone; however, that wouldn’t explain why the “Voice over WiFi” didn’t just kick-in.  My WiFi didn’t go down – I know this because I was at my computer the entire time.  Nope, my phone needed to be rebooted in order to be able to once again receive calls.  There’s something wrong with my phone and I have no idea what it is.

I also have no idea how long my phone has been in the state it was in.  According to the call log, the last call I received (or placed, for that matter) was mid-afternoon some three days ago.  That’s actually a bit reassuring as I doubt I would have received any important calls over the weekend – and, if I had, I’m pretty sure they would have left a voice-message.  So, now that I know my phone seems to randomly go into a state of not being a phone, I suppose I have to attempt to deal with that.  Many people never leave voice-messages these days.  That, unfortunately, is a necessity should my phone stop being a “phone” again … and, rest assured, it will.  I suppose the best I can do is basically reboot my phone after waking every morning.  That should, I’m hoping, make it operational for at least part of each day.  Once again, this world of ours has decided to throw a bit more difficulty into my life.  What’s gonna be next…?

bis später,

Coriolis

Thursday, September 06, 2018

Adulting


So hey, there’s this guy named Murphy … and he’s got a law named after him.  Seems to me that my life – most notably of late – is little more than justification of his law.  Case in point – I purchased my buddy a plane ticket to fly out here to Los Angeles last Sunday.  The flight wasn’t for last Sunday, but for a couple weeks from now when I am currently planning to drive the old ‘Route 66’ all the way from Santa Monica to Chicago and then continuing on to my parent’s house in Allen Park, Michigan.  My buddy also lives in Allen Park, so he was the perfect choice to join me on this adventure.  Two days after purchasing the flight for my buddy, I received an email from one of the plethora of jobs I applied to stating that they wanted to conduct a phone interview with me in the next 3-5 business days.  The job, should I land it, is of course in San Diego.  This adds a bit of a wrinkle to my plans…

I now wonder if I’ll be making the trip back to my parent’s house.  I suppose that all depends on how the interview process for this job goes.  Two weeks, however, isn’t nearly enough time to “complete” an interview process and actually land a job these days … heck, it’s going to take 3-5 business days just to possibly get the initial phone interview done.  Something tells me that, even if everything goes just swimmingly with the interviews, I’m not going to have any concrete job offer in two weeks … although my housing situation is scheduled to become basically void in two weeks – that’s primarily why I am planning to head back to my parent’s house.  So, do I drive back to Michigan only to then land a job in San Diego?  Seems a bit non-optimal to me…

I suppose, if the interviewing procedure appears to be going well in the next couple of weeks, I theoretically could find some short-term, furnished housing in San Diego and basically move there until I either land the job or not.  If I don’t land the job though, I would then find myself in a very awkward living position.  I’m sure I would be paying a premium for the furnished housing and any lease that I would need to have signed to live there is also an unknown.  Would I need to break it?  I would most definitely need to be moving – probably back to Michigan – although I would be lower on funds and less likely to be able to arrange for a buddy to join me on my trip this time … most people do have lives they need to lead and don’t have unlimited free-time…

I don’t know … maybe I’m making a mountain out of a molehill here.  To be honest, I’m expecting this upcoming interview to go down in flames.  Several other interviews I’ve had this last year – which, by the way, seemed to go just fine – ended up becoming nothing.  Why am I thinking this one’ll be any different?  I initially thought it was for a position that a former colleague of mine gave me a referral for – it wasn’t.  It’s actually for one of the other positions that I applied to at the same company – different location, different hiring manager, no referrals.  I’m not giving it high odds of working out.  Maybe that’s for the best.  The more I think about it, the more heading home and finding a job where I can just eke out a living sounds like the best plan.  Granted, I won’t be raking in nearly as high a salary; however, I’m giving up on the whole idea of becoming rich.  Who needs the headaches, right…?

I guess I’ll see where this goes in the next couple of weeks.  Nothing's ever simple anymore.  This adulting thing is anything but what was expected when I was a child.

bis später,

Coriolis

Saturday, September 01, 2018

That Was Stupid...


Well, that’s done.  One mid-life crisis completed.  Did I learn anything?  Perhaps…  Was it anything useful?  Nope.  What it was – and still is – was an idiot (me) throwing away some forty-plus years of life on a completely misguided attempt to become something I’m not and, after trying, don’t ever want to be.  The result of this is that I have now become exactly what I now am, nobody.

About a half year ago, I moved into my buddy’s apartment in California.  The idea was that I would be able to get back into the career I basically abandoned some five years ago.  The horrible job I left and the douche-bag of a boss that forced me out are just side stories that I won’t bother to mention here; the point being that I made the choice then to throw away my 20-years of professional experience.  To be honest, I figured that I would be able to use that experience to get back into my field of expertise later if what I was attempting didn’t pan out.  Boy was I wrong…  Moving back to California was a way to get closer to where most of the jobs doing what I know are located.  Granted I’m living in southern California and most of the work for my skillset is up in The Valley (the Silicon one…), however I figured it would be better than having a Nevada address.  Turns out it really doesn’t matter.  With a four-plus year hole in your resume, you could be living in a company’s actual building and they wouldn’t bother considering you for any open positions they might have.  You are un-hirable.

I was, with the help of my buddy, able to pick up a bit of contract work here in the L.A. area.  I mistakenly saw that as a positive thing.  Made a bit of money and got the opportunity to hone my skills a bit with some technology a bit more advanced than I had on my resume at the time.  Turns out I was wrong about that as well.  The company I worked with was flaky as they come.  I was actually visiting their office once when, on no less than two occasions, they refused to answer the door when people were knocking.  I don’t know why they didn’t answer however I saw how tense the employees got when the knocks were heard and distinctly remember the boss telling everyone not to answer the door.  As far as my interaction with them went, it was basically them giving me the inputs I needed and me completing the work requested.  I constantly attempted to discuss the work with them but was basically ignored and had to figure out everything on my own.  There was literally no professional interaction between us other than a bare minimum.  A complete month had passed after delivering my work before they told me that we were done and asked me to return the equipment they loaned me (well, I had to inquire several times as to what was happening and whether they wanted their equipment returned before they finally said we were finished) and they never even looked at what I had delivered – I asked…  I’m still quite baffled as to what all that was about.  It wasn’t anything I could use other than, as mentioned earlier, the pay.  Having such a short contract job on my resume after a four-and-a-half-year sabbatical actually looks more suspicious than positive.  I successfully completed the contract without issue, however it does still look suspicious…

So, this brings us to today.  I have been keeping a detailed spreadsheet on all of the jobs I’ve been applying for in these last nine months – more than 150 different positions with over 90 different companies and recruiters.  I’ve had a few interviews that all seemed to go well although they’ve all gone mute.  I’ve heard nothing back from any of them even after sending post-interview inquiries.  It’s like I never existed.  Makes me wonder why they bothered getting in touch with me in the first place…?  Was it some kind of sadistic game?  Granted a couple of those interviews were with people that didn’t notice the hole in my resume until I was basically forced to point it out to them during the conversation.  The tone of the interview consistently changed at that point and I knew I had no chance.  20 years of experience means nothing then…

I am currently trying to move back in with my parents.  My savings are most definitely not what they used to be – I will admit that I lost a large chunk playing poker for four years – and there is absolutely no way I could afford an apartment here in sunny Santa Monica without any income.  I very much doubt I would be able to obtain a lease.  I’m pretty sure they’re expecting a tenant to be able to show steady income no matter how high their credit score may be.  No, I need to move back home.  Housing is much cheaper in Michigan – free if I move back in with the parents for a while – and my buddy’s kicking me out.  Not that I blame him – I never expected to be here this long.  Hindsight being what it is, I never should have moved in with my buddy.  Sure, as far as Santa Monica rents are concerned, he gave me a great deal (no, I wasn’t living here for free…) and I honestly thought I would be able to land a steady job by now; unfortunately, the world appears to have had other plans for me.  All I know is that moving back home directly from Nevada would have been so much easier than what I currently face.  What I’m dealing with now is a nightmare…

I’m actually half-way done with my move out of Nevada.  I chose a moving company, had them empty out my apartment in Nevada and put my stuff in storage (for a monthly fee that I am currently still paying) until I was able to acquire an apartment in California that they would then deliver my possessions to.  It’s all described in the paperwork/emails that I have.  I then loaded up my car with a selection of my clothing, a couple of my guitars, my laptop computer and a bunch of things I thought would be useful and drove to my buddy’s.  So now I have a few problems.  I now need to get myself and all the crap I took to my buddy’s over to my parent’s house in Michigan.  I’m also planning on driving my 16-year-old car for this trip.  The same car I drove to my buddy’s apartment from Nevada; however, Nevada to California isn’t quite the same as California to Michigan.  I’ve done my best in keeping my car as pristine as possible but it is still 16 years old – you never know, right…?  And if I load it up with all the crap I drove to California, it’s basically a target for theft anywhere I stop on my trip.  And what about the crap I have stored in Nevada (at the moving company that, by the way, was sold to new owners a couple months ago)?  Will they be able to deliver to Michigan once I get an apartment there (assuming I’ll be able to get that all figured out…)?  Everything is a huge mess now!

I’ll say this much, “I never thought my life would be what it has become.”  I’m basically homeless, jobless and pathetic.  Thinking of shipping the guitars to Michigan, flying a buddy out from Michigan, loading up my car (without the guitars it shouldn’t be too bad) and cruising Route 66 with my buddy from Santa Monica to Chicago then driving home from there.  Fuck it, might as well make an adventure out of this madness.  I’ll deal with the crap in storage sometime later…

bis später,

Coriolis

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