I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Sunday with the Notes

Spent most of the day preparing for tomorrow. It'll be the first time I've registered for classes in almost two decades. And the classes are ones that fill fast. So tomorrow will be up early (somewhat disappointed they don't have online registration start at midnight), drive to broadband access, and then a mad rush to register (I have the numbers for my first and second choices ready to go). I also owe a few of you some email that I hope to get to tomorrow. Tomorrow is also a seminar on getting a Federal Government Job. Apparently the application process is a doosie.

Also a lot of work preparing for the week. No new positions listed, fortunately two I tried to apply to last week had fax issues (I'm sure they didn't feed the beast before leaving). I'll try again tomorrow (which will give me my two jobs for this week).

And now that we're at the end of the day it seems like a lot of running for not a lot of ground gained. Hopefully that will change the first few days of this week.

How did your weekend go?

2 comments:

Rick said...

I only spent one hour writing, but the rest of the time was with family and friends, so I'm going to say that all in all it went pretty damned good!

Steve Buchheit said...

Rick, well time with family and friends is always best.

Plus, it tends to give grist for the writing mill.