I Made Out with a Lesbian
Wednesday, January 31st, 2007I was having a very casual conversation with a good friend of mine on gtalk and somehow or another we got to talking about websites. I commented that I have been working on websites in one form or another for about 10 years, and I showed him a link to that site (last updated 2002!). I went through and noticed that I had pictures from prom, with my prom date, who turned into a lesbian, not a LUG, mind you, but a full fledged lesbian.
Let me take you back to a more magical time in my life. I was a junior in high school and on the school newspaper. This girl, I’ll call her Clinton, was also in my class. I didn’t particularly take notice of her, I wasn’t exactly at a relationship point in my life (I had tried one freshman year and that’s when I learned that relationships are more than just a title, you have to do stuff). She, however, noticed me. She was also a senior, which may have been another reason that I didn’t notice her, I was very strict on the staying within your own grade rule, more for my own protection than anything else. I quickly learned that was stupid, especially since I am usually the youngest in my group.
The time finally came, for the third time in 6 months, I was moving once again. After graduation I had to move out of my apartment, so I moved into my dad’s apartment in DC. It was a pretty sweet location, but it sucked for where I was. Then my dad got rid of that apartment, so I went to live with my grandma in Maryland. That was pretty bad, so now I’m glad to be in my permanent housing in Reston.
When I got to the “real world”, which is surprisingly similar to the fantasy world in which I have apparently been living for the past 22 years of my life, I learned that one of the phrases you hear the most at a job is “billable hours.” A billable hour is basically work that you do that you charge to a project, you can also think of it as man-hours - how many man-hours is this task going to take to complete? Then you have to make sure you get the right billing code so you can charge your time to the correct project, otherwise you are doing the work for free, or making another project pay for it.
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It’s safe to say that I am drunk right now. It’s a Friday night, and I am sad. I went to went to work, and I remembered that there was a company sponsored happy hour, which made me happy. But I was sad because I thought I might miss the happy hour because my boss might make me stay late, but she realized that there was a happy hour and let me go.
If you’ve ever hosted a party, or at least crashed at somebody’s place after a party, then you know what a mess a house or apartment can be after. If it was a good party there will be cans as far as the eye can see. If it was a really good party, most of those cans will have beer in them. These of course are called floaters and most people think of them as bad things, but I’m here to tell you they should not be called floaters but “victory half-full-to-mostly-full beverages” – I’m still working on a more succinct title.