Saturday, July 13, 2002

A ha!

I've figured out the source of my frustration dreams. It's no surprise that it is related to my work. We had a big meeting with the customer on Wednesday. I don't know why I didn't see it before, but they're more hung up on the bottom line than they are concerned about producing a product the tech in the field is actually going to be able to use.

Having been a tech on the receiving end of this stuff, I'm having a difficult time with the realities of this business. Maybe I'm too much of an idealist. Maybe I thought I could actually make a difference and create something worthwhile for the people in the trenches. Maybe I should choose my battles more carefully. I feel a bit defeated.

I will be very disappointed if this turns out to be just another job.

Friday, July 12, 2002

Mind Sapping of our Youth

I had a scary experience this morning when I dropped my kid off at his day camp. I walked him in, as usual, and noticed a group of children over by the television completely absorbed. I walked over and looked at what they were watching. "Is this Sailor Moon," I inquired. I got no response. A little louder I said, "Hey, guys, what cartoon is this?" Several of them looked at me with dull stares and open mouths. One had enough cognitave ability left to shake her head no in a fashion that meant she didn't know. The others ignored me completely.

It's like something sapped their little brains. It's like they all had lobotomies. I gave a horrified look to the camp leader, but she just shrugged. I made a comment about "The Stepford Children" and walked out.

Thank you to the powers that be that I never let my kid watch more than two hours of TV a day. I'm grateful that he would rather go outside and play than veg in front of the boob tube. How sad am I to have witnessed what has become of our youth. How powerless I feel to change it.

Tuesday, July 09, 2002

Freeway Dreams

Last night I dreamed I was driving on the freeway and couldn't get to where I wanted to go. I kept getting on the freeway in the wrong direction or missing my exit. This is a frustration dream. I seem to be having a lot of them, lately.

I wonder what I'm frustrated about! hmmmm.

Monday, July 08, 2002

Rude California Tax Board

I got this really rude notice in the mail on Saturday. I got this letter from the state tax board saying I owe them $1600. Now, I *always* pay my taxes. I'm so paranoid that I overpay just to make sure I never have to deal with this. Imagine my surprise when I got that notice saying, basically, "Pay us $1600 now or we're going to tag you with tons of interest, garner your wages, and take your first born child." I'm serious. It was that rude and that bad.

There was no explanation as to why I suddenly had to pay $1600. There was no justification whatsoever. No hint as to what the nature of the mistake was. It was just, "Pay me, now!"

I talked to the lady today, and it turns out that they sent me a request for more information about my dependent child. I never received the noticed - probably because I moved. Luckily, the lady at the tax board whom I talked to today (was a little surprised I was being so nice to her on the phone) took all of my son's information and told me that she's putting a hold on the account until it gets cleared up. So, there are no worries.

I think I'm going to have to write them a letter. I'm sure that there are plenty of people out there who try to cheat or who are really nasty about getting notices, but I don't think people deserve that kind of rude notice with no explanation in the mail.

Maybe I'm just being a whiner.

Sunday, July 07, 2002

Another Beer Review

Hair of the Dog, ADAM, Hearty Old Woman Ale

This one tastes just like the other one. Maybe I'm not as fond of stouts as I thought. It tastes just like the one I had yesterday! Guh!