{"id":1931,"date":"2017-07-31T13:58:43","date_gmt":"2017-07-31T18:58:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/control-h.org\/?p=19"},"modified":"2017-07-31T13:58:43","modified_gmt":"2017-07-31T18:58:43","slug":"31-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/2017\/07\/31\/31-2\/","title":{"rendered":"31"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Phone interview this afternoon.  We&#8217;ll see how it goes.  The position looks eerily-similar to the one I took in the summer of 2007.  If I could get back to that money with those benefits, I&#8217;d be very happy.<br \/>\nOne of the podcasts I listen to talks a lot about how people haven&#8217;t had a raise since 2005.  Yeah?  I resemble that in light of my descent since January 2013.<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s very little I have to show for the past ten years of work, certainly for the last five.<br \/>\nOn top of it, I&#8217;ve lost so much due to my condition.<br \/>\nOthers would be angrier about it, but I really don&#8217;t have the energy to dwell on things.<br \/>\nToday&#8217;s prompt seems oddly appropriate.<br \/>\n<b><i>What was the most precious thing you ever gave up willingly? <\/i><\/b><br \/>\nIn the exit from The Botetourt, I gave away a bunch of my dated IT stuff.  Two Macs.  A Cisco switch, which was one of the few things I gook from the dissolution of a small business where I was once a partner.  A NeXTstation with a barely-working monitor, and 40GB SCSI drive that made weird noises.<br \/>\nAt first, I wasn&#8217;t planning on giving that away to an acquaintance who took the Macs and switch.  As I thought about it, however, I realized that I hadn&#8217;t done anything with it in probably three years, and he&#8217;d get some use out of it.<br \/>\nBefore the mass clean-out of my near decade-long residence, I let my Mustang go for a song.  (I think the KBB value on it was something like $10K;  I sold for $6600.)  It wasn&#8217;t like I could drive it, anymore, anyway.  The money from it helped sustain us through the second layoff in a year.<br \/>\nIn the summer of 2012, atop the <a href=\nhttps:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Berkley_Bridge_(Virginia)\" target=\"new\">Berkley Bridge<\/a> in Norfolk, a pickup truck dropped its spare tire in the lane ahead of me.  Traffic was heavy at rush hour, so there was no way I could avoid hitting it.  I popped the radiator, which left me without transpiration.  The company I was working for at the time had started letting me work from home part-time.  Without a car, they let me work remotely a lot more.<br \/>\nAfter I got it out of the repair shop, it sat parked until between Christmas and New Year&#8217;s.  I tried to drive it during that week, and was scared to death.  I couldn&#8217;t read the speedometer, and was trying to stay near the speed limit by selecting the right gear.<br \/>\nI know the speed limit here is 30, so third gear.  Even if I couldn&#8217;t read the speedometer, I could tell how fast I was going.<br \/>\nBut the other issue with my vision raised its ugly head.  I couldn&#8217;t make out red stop lights against green trees.<br \/>\nThe sailor who bought it had recently wrapped his around a guardrail, and was looking for something similar.  I hope it&#8217;s served him well.<br \/>\nWith that, that&#8217;s the end of the July bit.  21 entries forthcoming for August.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Phone interview this afternoon. We&#8217;ll see how it goes. The position looks eerily-similar to the one I took in the summer of 2007. If I could get back to that money with those benefits, I&#8217;d be very happy. One of the podcasts I listen to talks a lot about how people haven&#8217;t had a raise [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[16],"class_list":["post-1931","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-summer-writing","tag-hot-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1931","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1931"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1931\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1931"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1931"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1931"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}