Monday, June 22, 2009
5 minutes- FINAL ROUND!
I don't really have time (or energy) to fuck around with this blog anymore. I don't know if I'll be back. Maybe. But, I doubt it. There's nothing more to rant about. And, truthfully, I don't really care for ranting anyway. Right now I need to concentrate on finding a new job. And, I might try to find a new hobby while I'm at it. This has been fun over the years. Time well spent? Probably not. But, you're all good people, and I enjoyed your company.
Monday, June 8, 2009
5 minutes- Round 24
Go!
It has been a couple months since I've posted anything, and I'm sure most people have moved on to greener pastures. Such is the way of the internet. One minute you're in the middle of a room full of people and the next minute you're standing naked in a field wondering where the hell you parked your car. Bad analogy? Who gives a shit. No one is reading anyway...
I became a little discouraged with the job searching. Then I just got angry. Especially after I applied to a position with the University of Colorado (Denver Branch) for a Clinical Data Manager position. What angered me was that I was not even considered. Not rejected. I wasn't even deemed a candidate worth considering for the job. Stop the presses, but if there's one job I am infinitely qualified to do it is being a data manager. I have over a decade of experience of doing just that sort of thing. Not to mention my current title might just contain the terms Data and Manager. So, yeah, I was pissed. I mean, at least tell me WHY I was not considered. I seriously have a hard time imagining that they had more than one other person apply for the job with my level of experience. Searching for jobs is an exercise in frustration. I have to convince a bunch of morons that I am not a moron so I get hired and make them fucking wonder how they ever got along without me in the first place...
Anyway, I have a lot on my plate. I've neglected reading blogs because my blog reader is on my old laptop which I pretty much only fire up when I want to search for jobs. To be honest, I don't have a lot of time to read blogs anyway. My attention span has gotten a lot shorter in the past few months because I've become obsessively focused on other things. My weight has dropped to 155 pounds which is an oddity I don't even give a fuck about anymore. I've stopped trying to convince myself that there's something wrong with me. I'm lean, mean, and ready to make the green.
I'm not gone. I'm not dead. I'm not quitting. I'm just not talking a lot these days. Dexter Colt shall rise again. Mark my words.
Good night.
It has been a couple months since I've posted anything, and I'm sure most people have moved on to greener pastures. Such is the way of the internet. One minute you're in the middle of a room full of people and the next minute you're standing naked in a field wondering where the hell you parked your car. Bad analogy? Who gives a shit. No one is reading anyway...
I became a little discouraged with the job searching. Then I just got angry. Especially after I applied to a position with the University of Colorado (Denver Branch) for a Clinical Data Manager position. What angered me was that I was not even considered. Not rejected. I wasn't even deemed a candidate worth considering for the job. Stop the presses, but if there's one job I am infinitely qualified to do it is being a data manager. I have over a decade of experience of doing just that sort of thing. Not to mention my current title might just contain the terms Data and Manager. So, yeah, I was pissed. I mean, at least tell me WHY I was not considered. I seriously have a hard time imagining that they had more than one other person apply for the job with my level of experience. Searching for jobs is an exercise in frustration. I have to convince a bunch of morons that I am not a moron so I get hired and make them fucking wonder how they ever got along without me in the first place...
Anyway, I have a lot on my plate. I've neglected reading blogs because my blog reader is on my old laptop which I pretty much only fire up when I want to search for jobs. To be honest, I don't have a lot of time to read blogs anyway. My attention span has gotten a lot shorter in the past few months because I've become obsessively focused on other things. My weight has dropped to 155 pounds which is an oddity I don't even give a fuck about anymore. I've stopped trying to convince myself that there's something wrong with me. I'm lean, mean, and ready to make the green.
I'm not gone. I'm not dead. I'm not quitting. I'm just not talking a lot these days. Dexter Colt shall rise again. Mark my words.
Good night.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
5 minutes- Round 23
Go!
Evelyn died. My octogenarian next-door-neighbor. She died last Sunday. I saw her 2 days before. I asked her how she was doing. She said, "Oh..." And, just trailed off with a wave of her hand. As if she was too wise to explain the mechanics of dying to me. She collected my mail for me whenever I was out of town. She watched me through her window when I cam home from work. She'd hang plastic bags filled with apples on my door-knob; along with a perfectly scripted note that read: From, Evelyn. She once told me that she'd seen an angel- she believed it to be her husband who died 20 years before her.
I got a message on my machine from Evelyn's niece. She said something to the effect that Evelyn died on Sunday...but she always spoke highly of me.
That's got to mean something.
Evelyn died. My octogenarian next-door-neighbor. She died last Sunday. I saw her 2 days before. I asked her how she was doing. She said, "Oh..." And, just trailed off with a wave of her hand. As if she was too wise to explain the mechanics of dying to me. She collected my mail for me whenever I was out of town. She watched me through her window when I cam home from work. She'd hang plastic bags filled with apples on my door-knob; along with a perfectly scripted note that read: From, Evelyn. She once told me that she'd seen an angel- she believed it to be her husband who died 20 years before her.
I got a message on my machine from Evelyn's niece. She said something to the effect that Evelyn died on Sunday...but she always spoke highly of me.
That's got to mean something.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
5 minutes- Round 22
Go!
Question: What happened to Dexter Colt?
Answer: He met a girl.
Not much more I can say about it. Life is fast paced. It changes in an instant. One minute you're fucking stressing about some bullshit and the next minute you're standing in front of the best thing that ever happened to you. I try to take it all in...every instant. The details are overwhelming. I'm wide-eyed and mouth agape. Every fucking minute of my life has been bought and paid for, and it is worth every single penny.
I started blogging because I lost my desire to write on paper. Well, I found it again. I'm writing every day. The ink stains my hands. The piles of paper build up. I'm pretty fucking happy.
Question: What happened to Dexter Colt?
Answer: He met a girl.
Not much more I can say about it. Life is fast paced. It changes in an instant. One minute you're fucking stressing about some bullshit and the next minute you're standing in front of the best thing that ever happened to you. I try to take it all in...every instant. The details are overwhelming. I'm wide-eyed and mouth agape. Every fucking minute of my life has been bought and paid for, and it is worth every single penny.
I started blogging because I lost my desire to write on paper. Well, I found it again. I'm writing every day. The ink stains my hands. The piles of paper build up. I'm pretty fucking happy.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
5 minutes- Round 21
Go!
I bought a Nikon D60 dSLR camera. This is my new muse. It took me longer to adjust the camera strap than it took me to get comfortable with this camera. I look forward to taking pictures with the D60. The wolf spiders will never be so awesome...
Nothing new on the job front. I am not really concerned about it. If it happens it happens. So, I just wait. Right now, I have a job and it pays the bills. I should be so lucky, right? I feel confident that I'll get a chance to flex my skills in a different environment. I'm tired of working in a research environment. But, I'm also patient. This won't be forever...
Ever since I came back from Christmas break I've felt "out of touch" with "reality". But, the reality of the situation is that I don't want to be "in touch" with "reality." So, I've isolated myself. This is a defense mechanism. I need less noise. I need quiet contemplation. I need time to figure shit out. I need to start reading again. I need to believe that I am a badass motherfucker who can do anything he wants.
Am I there? No. But, you know what? I feel less bad about things these days. I feel more confident in my ability. I feel more control over my destiny than I've ever felt in the past. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.
I bought a Nikon D60 dSLR camera. This is my new muse. It took me longer to adjust the camera strap than it took me to get comfortable with this camera. I look forward to taking pictures with the D60. The wolf spiders will never be so awesome...
Nothing new on the job front. I am not really concerned about it. If it happens it happens. So, I just wait. Right now, I have a job and it pays the bills. I should be so lucky, right? I feel confident that I'll get a chance to flex my skills in a different environment. I'm tired of working in a research environment. But, I'm also patient. This won't be forever...
Ever since I came back from Christmas break I've felt "out of touch" with "reality". But, the reality of the situation is that I don't want to be "in touch" with "reality." So, I've isolated myself. This is a defense mechanism. I need less noise. I need quiet contemplation. I need time to figure shit out. I need to start reading again. I need to believe that I am a badass motherfucker who can do anything he wants.
Am I there? No. But, you know what? I feel less bad about things these days. I feel more confident in my ability. I feel more control over my destiny than I've ever felt in the past. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
5 minutes- Round 20
Go!
I am a breath away from 35 years of age. I am not married. I have no children. I have no retirement fund. I will most likely die in the throes of an ordinary life. A lot of gray hairs may adorn my head, yet I don't seem to have any real world knowledge...
In my prayers I pray for a zombie wasteland. I want the flesh-eating undead to feast upon the fat-headed living. I'd be cool with that...
You may think to yourself, "What the fuck is Dexter's problem?"
Indeed. What the fuck is Dexter's problem?
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
5 minutes- Round 19
Go!
Do you know me? I'm sorry, but I don't remember you. Don't fret. It is not you...it's me. I don't pay attention so good. Yeah, I deleted everything- from my computer. I don't have anything. Hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I am back at "square one" which is totally fine with me. Life should be so easy...
I've got a lot of time now. A lot of time.
I wish we could draw funny pictures for each other. Pass a few notes. Maybe even read from the Book of Mormon with fake Russian accents. Perhaps play a game or two of Frogger...
But, fuck it. You can't always get what you want.
Do you know me? I'm sorry, but I don't remember you. Don't fret. It is not you...it's me. I don't pay attention so good. Yeah, I deleted everything- from my computer. I don't have anything. Hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I am back at "square one" which is totally fine with me. Life should be so easy...
I've got a lot of time now. A lot of time.
I wish we could draw funny pictures for each other. Pass a few notes. Maybe even read from the Book of Mormon with fake Russian accents. Perhaps play a game or two of Frogger...
But, fuck it. You can't always get what you want.
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