Five hundred and one now... It's becoming one of those reflex things, like breathing.
Had a great time on saturday night with everyone at puritybrown's place, cleaned down and reinstalled metalrabbit's computer last night, tinkered with an overly paranoid personal firewall thing before deinstalling it, cleaned the kitchen and living room, played some more morrowind (the game that keeps on giving) and toyed with the possibility of a CD based portfolio of examples of my work for future interviews should the worst come to the worst.
Work is the usual tedious collection of dull tasks and frustrating dead end lines of enquiry. Granted, I've learned more in the last couple of months than I ever thought possible but at the end of the day, it's not exactly stimulating. I both envy and pity in equal measure those people who genuinely find network security issues and web server capabilities interesting.
God, I'm depressing myself writing this.
C'mon, one freaking email, is that so much to ask for?
I think anyone at the party on saturday can appreciate my position here, you're all aware of how damned cool the job is and the fact that it is essentially the same job I do now (if not easier) yet involving infinitely more interesting subject matter. If anyone wants to try a pavlovian experiement here, try emailing me while watching my face. I'm sure I drooled at least once when I saw that telltale dark blue bold text in yahoo mail.
Enough of this madness, back to work.