Monday, October 23, 2006
and the geek shall inherit the earth...
The new work-venture is going swimmingly; better than I could have hoped for really however it’s always good to have options. Yesterday was a dull day in the markets, so I spent a good deal of time looking for a Plan B…career-wise.
The problem is, like most 45 year olds, I've discovered that I'm woefully unqualified for most of the good jobs out there in the real world. Of course, when I speak of good jobs, I refer to those which provide the maximum amount of remuneration for a minimum of actual work.
With nothing specific in mind, I recalled how some of my friends had moved into IT, earning obscene sums of money for their minimal output. Not only that but almost to a man they claimed they had bluffed their way into the industry and learned everything they now know on the job.
Well, if I’ve gleaned anything from 15 years in the money-market, I do know how to tell whopping, great porky-pies, so I logged onto the IT section of Seek and went straight to the 'Jobs Vacant' page.
"...$350,000pa.....Senior Applications Developer.....blah, blah, blah....experienced in ASP, HTML, DHTML, WAP........."
Huh??
"...$300,000 plus.....Senior Web Master.....blah, blah, blah......will possess extensive knowledge of SQL server and OLE, DB, ADO, COM/DCOM......."
Huh??
"...$250,000 + bonus.....Software Development Manager......blah, blah, blah.....familiar with PSB, AVS, COBOL, PVC, DILDO......"
Huh??
What the fuck were they talking about??
I'd never felt so acronym-deficient in my entire life.
I thought that perhaps IT was just a bit too slick a game for this practicing Luddite, when suddenly I spotted a potential wormhole into the information/communication revolution.
"...$150,000 base....Dynamic start-up company looking for Java guru....."
Well, I might not know much about lengthy strings of capital letters...but I sure can make a good cup of Java.
Suspiciously good money for a coffee-boy, though.
Then again, compared to what the top guys are getting paid, I figured it was all relative.
Sure, it's conceivable they would pay $150,000 for good coffee; I bet they drink gallons of the stuff in that super-charged atmosphere. I would just have to start at the bottom, learn everything there was to know, then steadily climb the corporate ladder to unimaginable wealth.
I rang the number, spent 5 minutes navigating the company's fearsome 'phone tree' ("..For general enquiries, press 1, followed by the hash, followed by your 43-digit pin #..."), eventually locating the AVP in charge of IT/HR.
In keeping with my perception that this was a brash, confidence-driven industry, I dispensed with the pleasantries and immediately proceeded to state a case.
"I want to be your new Java guru!!"
"OK. Do you have any experience with C++ ??"
(Huh…C++…what the fuck...must be industry jargon?? Of course....double strength caffeine or something. These guys probably pull 20 hour days....they'd need really strong coffee...not just the ordinary stuff the rest of us plebs were living off.....I'll just bluff this cunt.)
"Oh yes, C++......I've been using that for years."
"Great. And when are you able start??"
Too easy…
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This blog will self-destruct in 18 hours...
it just needed someone to start the thread i reckon
Do Little Lucifer make thread-starters...
I decided not to repeat my trademarked 'I cannot comment' comment.
So there.
OMG!! you cant do that!
thats censorship!
OMG
Oooops...sorry.
My finger must have slipped.
Now, what were you saying, skank...
i was just saying "thanks for last night"...
Children, children...
Bugger. And here I was thinking the blogosphere (can we think of another, less craptacular word for this please...?) was an escape from the constant squabbling I have to endure...
Damn, what did i miss?
"Thanks for last night"???Did the fingered one bail you out of the nick or something? Nothing to do with anything ...but I haven't had a drink or a fag in 4 days and we've got 14 interns/Doctors coming around for a "raclette" (kinda like a fondue - you have a central hotplate with potatoes/ham/vegetables and then you select what you want and whack it in a dish, cover it with the raclette cheese and melt the bastard) and drinkie poohs. You reckon I'll be able to hold out? Will I what...I can taste that first 1664 now.
I love the Tefal Raclette.
Happy Times...
No need to thank me, Mex.
It's times like last night a girl really needs a compassionate friend with a can of WD40 and a good sense of humour.
I can just imagine how embarassing it would have been for you calling the fire brigade out and having to explain how that light bulb got there...
thanks again mate. lucky the only person i had to explain my situation to was you, and of course, you completely understood because of that rather unfortunate 'accident' of yours with the carrot last week...
If it was my face it wouldnt have gotten stuck would it Einstein?
If it wasn't your face how do you explain the eyebrows...
They weren't eyebrows ??
Well that would explain why they both walked off at one stage...
and i think i know where they went... have you checked your helmet lately?
Not since I took it out of your mouth...
I always love seeing comments deleted by the blog administrator. Reminds me of three weeks ago when I got rid of my anonymous comments b/c someone with no balls kept leaving anonymous comments.
I'll have a grande nonfat latte, please.
I'm not just shocked.
I'm also appalled.
And just the teensiest bit bewildered.
Perhaps you need to have your medication adjusted...
You sound like Rob Byrnes.
That's the final insult.
This blog is closed until further notice...
closed....FECKING CLOSED
wellthats the last time I treck over here
If it's closed can I spray-paint the windows. And break in and do unspeakable things on the floor?
You can cover the blog in your own unique series of lipstick marks for all I care, Nic...
You're closed? Oh alright then...I was just going to point you here - http://www.welcometowallyworld.com/front-page/2006/10/31/diamonds-are-forever.html
right up your alley I should think. Yeah "Safe for frigging work" - not that you guys do much of that (not including you, fingers)
BTW if you only see one of my vids, check out the 3-minute trailer for a TV pilot - "Fear of Falling" at www.mylifeasafrog.com
Yeah...I know I'm a pain in the arse self-promoting but I really think this one is worth a look. I'm touting it to the networks soon. If it comes off I want you in a cameo role as a Charlie-tooting FOUREX Dealer. Think you could do that?
I've been practising my entire career to play that role, Mal...but I still...STILL...can't play videos in here...
so where exactly is the four in foreign exchange?
or am i missing something?
Can you hot-link here? Have a go at this old post of fingers - first published in Sydney Morning Herald
Yes, I remember that post.
We all used to play so nice in those days.
What happened to us ??
I blame Mex...
and i quote
"I missed you, mex.
I just didn't want to sound pathetic and desperate."
Yeah...it's funny...I used to get a real laugh out of some of those posts. BTW have you seen what that idiot vic/garry is posting on the other blog? Nasty piece of work that one. Didn't I ban it at one stage?
Time for another story from you mate.
That's a rather edited version of my comment, Mex.
There was also a tag-line which seems to have been lost somewhere.
Still, if the prospect of my missing you helps...knock yourself out, psycho.
TWG is finished, Mal.
Am going to write my novel and serialise it on a new blog.
Bit like Mark Twain's first effort...
Get people to subscribe or even read it out loud and podcast it through iTunes and Feedburner and the like. Could be a hit. But you've gotta keep the fresh content up - that's the tricky part.
this place is closed? Someone left the light on.
Has anyone seen my rubber basque??I know I left it somewhere.
I bet Ms Smack pinched it
I think I saw your rubber Basque over in the corner talking to the velvet Huguenot...
So whats going on then? Starting a new blog? When? How? What? Do tell.
Hey, we're closed.
Can't you read ??
Don't come into my house and criticise my work-ethic, you cheap porn-peddler...
hey dooche bag. What's new?
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