You know I graduate in less than a month. I have to tell myself as much more often. It helps motivate.
Last night I was up late doing homework at the last minute for ECE 338. Probably my favourite class. I'm still behind on my schoolwork, but have been catching up. I think I should pass everything.
Today I got up early and hauled ass over to DCL to hand in the homework I was up late working on. I took maybe half hour of nap this evening. I skipped lunch and had apple and a matzo for dinner. Maybe I have anxiety or somesuch shit.
So ... gotta find my dream job by the end of the month. I've got a letter nearly ready to go back to EnterAct expressing some dissatisfaction with their initial offer, meanwhile I'm a bit anxious to score myself a trip out to California to check out this startup called Tellme Networks. It's kind of hurried and given the lack of organisation it being a startup and all it sounds a little iffy. There's an off chance I may ride this weekend with Joe and Dave who are driving there this Friday. It all comes down to busy people finding telephone time in common.
I'd miss EnterAct though, Chicago and Illinois even more, I think. I can't help but spending a few years in the Bay Area might make me a better person - being well-rounded and stuff. Plus joining a startup that's just getting their office in May sounds like more of an adventure than returning to EnterAct, now EnterAct Corp. The weird thing is though it seems like it's coming down somewhat by fate ... can I get out there or not? Can EnterAct come through on a better offer on short notice or not? Maybe that's why I hunger more for caffeine than calories ... I'm as laid-back as they come, but sometimes life moves like a slow-motion toss-up.
I'm calling this Angus Davis character, the Tellme guy, tonight though. I haven't heard anything since the second telephone interview. I don't think I turned them off ...
... meanwhile, I get calls ...
So last weekend I jacked the car up for the first time ever to adjust the brakes. I found no brake shoe pads up front so this weekend just past I jacked the car up again and replaced the front brake shoes, packing the wheels with bearing grease and everything. The brake warning light was still on though, so I pulled the rubber plugs off of the master cylinder and drained a whole buncha what looked like wiper fluid on to the ground. Now the car stops as well as it ever has under my care. I'm downright proud.
I got the speedo working again too.
Scott recently received a compression gauge for his car/motorcycle maintenance, ordered from a spare J.C. Whitney catalog I had. Between that and my recently purchased Dwell/Tachometer and a lot of help from John Muir and my other books, I hope to get Lucy properly tuned during whatever free time I muster in good weather for coming days. The philosophy has been that once I am confident of her ability to stop, I can look at her going faster than she has.
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