I Am Officially Retarded

This morning, I walked out the door to work forgetting my laptop at home. I discovered this 32 miles later in the parking lot of the office when I noticed that my backpack was lighter than usual. Of course, driving back would take 1.5 hours thank to morning commuter traffic. Ugh.

At the moment, I'm working from my Sun workstation. Most of my working files are on the laptop but at least I can use an ancient version of Netscape to get to the critical stuff like e-mail and LJ. I'll probably depart in the late morning, then telecommute the balance of the day from home.

Doh!

I Am Officially Retarded

This morning, I walked out the door to work forgetting my laptop at home. I discovered this 32 miles later in the parking lot of the office when I noticed that my backpack was lighter than usual. Of course, driving back would take 1.5 hours thank to morning commuter traffic. Ugh.

At the moment, I'm working from my Sun workstation. Most of my working files are on the laptop but at least I can use an ancient version of Netscape to get to the critical stuff like e-mail and LJ. I'll probably depart in the late morning, then telecommute the balance of the day from home.

Doh!

More Dreams

I had a very interesting and somewhat detailed dream last night. At least it was a novel storyline this time.

The dream begins with me (and kent4str) wearing suits and ties, sitting in a nicely appointed conference room with six other people. We're apparently all finalists for a position with a small marketing firm. The owner/manager of the boutique was a petite woman in her mid 30s, poised with an intensity about her. Alas, she had only just received word that her father had passed away after it was too late to reschedule this particular phase of the hiring process; she was determined to make the most of this meeting despite being occasionally (and understandably) overcome with moments of grief.

I recall thinking to myself, what the hell am I doing here? I know nothing of marketing.

One of the exercises our would-be manager asked us to perform was to sort through a pile of accounting papers to prepare a profit/loss statement and balance sheet for a hypothetical firm, all within a limit of 30 minutes or so. I passed, but kent4str ran out of time before he could finish the balance sheet portion. (I think he also mischaracterized one of the debit accounts but that part is fuzzy now.)

I also recall her asking us to write on a summary form our desired salary. I remember writing $120,000, believing that a suitable premium over my salary to pry me out of my current comfortable job. After handing her the sheet, I realized that I should have bid much higher both to compensate for the hiring cost of living in New York City and to give myself negotiating space.

I don't know the results of the hiring process though as my alarm clock terminated this particular dream.

More Dreams

I had a very interesting and somewhat detailed dream last night. At least it was a novel storyline this time.

The dream begins with me (and kent4str) wearing suits and ties, sitting in a nicely appointed conference room with six other people. We're apparently all finalists for a position with a small marketing firm. The owner/manager of the boutique was a petite woman in her mid 30s, poised with an intensity about her. Alas, she had only just received word that her father had passed away after it was too late to reschedule this particular phase of the hiring process; she was determined to make the most of this meeting despite being occasionally (and understandably) overcome with moments of grief.

I recall thinking to myself, what the hell am I doing here? I know nothing of marketing.

One of the exercises our would-be manager asked us to perform was to sort through a pile of accounting papers to prepare a profit/loss statement and balance sheet for a hypothetical firm, all within a limit of 30 minutes or so. I passed, but kent4str ran out of time before he could finish the balance sheet portion. (I think he also mischaracterized one of the debit accounts but that part is fuzzy now.)

I also recall her asking us to write on a summary form our desired salary. I remember writing $120,000, believing that a suitable premium over my salary to pry me out of my current comfortable job. After handing her the sheet, I realized that I should have bid much higher both to compensate for the hiring cost of living in New York City and to give myself negotiating space.

I don't know the results of the hiring process though as my alarm clock terminated this particular dream.