Well, now that NCRF is done, I can share my sad news. I didn't want to let it out while I was in NC and bring everyone down while they had to work. I had a good time (details to come) but I was kind of distracted and subdued all weekend.

I got laid off on Friday. Again.

The background story is that the goverment agency I worked at is required to do a study to determine what part of their workforce is to be outsourced. Well, this has resulted in a mad scramble by the department heads for actual work for the government employees to do. The end result is that much of the computer maintenance and helpdesk duties are now being shuffled off to the government people. So even though we have a contract, apparently the government can make changes any ole time they want. They decided we had to get rid of four people so... out I went.

So once again I'm looking for work. I've had banking/mortgage experience, several years of administrative experience and for the last two and a half years I've been doing helpdesk and tech work. I'll post a link to my resume as soon as I'm done updating it. If you hear of anything or know of any openings, please let me know. Thanks.

So I was sitting here at work today and I said to myself, "Wow. NCRF is this weekend. I should start getting ready for it." My Self, being the snarky bastard that he is, replied, "Yeah, you better pull that garb bag out from underneath your bed before it's too late. Dufus." Used to My Self's condescending manner and not easily riled, I quipped back, "Bite me, fucktard."

Well, that just pissed him off. I'll spare you all the lengthy descriptions of the titanic battle that raged as we each fought for supremacy. Needless to say however, I won. *g* I'm sure an epic sonnet will be composed in my honor shortly. I'll keep you all informed as to it's release date.

Where was I? Oh yes, titanic battle. After I had subdued my internal insolent ragamuffin, I pointed out that I did think of something else I need to do to prepare for NCRF.

I need to clean my mug. No, I don't mean wash my face (I don't think ANY amount of soap and water is gonna help my looks at this point), I mean my faire mug. I doubt seriously that I cleaned it after my last foray into the 16th century. I'm sure I just threw it in the bag and then the bag under the bed. While it is always fun spitting out kilt lint and the occasional stray favor from the first drink of the season, it can be quite the adventure trying to name the chemical compounds growing at the bottom.

Okay, I'm done.

No, really. I just won a motorcycle helmet (for me) off eBay. It probably originally sold for about $200 and is missing one of the screws that holds the faceshield on but I got it for $22.50.

That's right.... twenty two dollars and fifty cents! Wheeeeee! The shipping is kinda high in my opinion ($20) but still, a helmet -- that is the same model and color as the one I got Celly -- for $42.50 just ROCKS!

"Let's go SHOE shopping!"

I am eBay's slut. I'll do anything my Mistress tells me, make any bid, stay up to any hour constantly refreshing a page until she gives me those four little words that make me swoon and go all mushy inside...

"macdobhran is the winner."

Okay, so it's not quite that bad. I did spend most of the last two weeks though glued to several auctions. Happily I won them all though. *g* I got the first item on Saturday. A brown leather jacket. Next week I'm expecting a black leather vest, a motorcycle helmet (for Celly), a 3 DVD set of a Canadian mini-series and a denim jacket and a few other little things. It's gonna be like Christmas I tell you. I still need a helmet for myself though.

Waitaminute... is that the voice of my Mistress I hear?!