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Jul 16, 2008 18:29:19 GMT -5
Post by a'Lan Mandragoran on Jul 16, 2008 18:29:19 GMT -5
I've cooled off now that they made an announcement about thier stance within the comunity, but they still have to proove to me that they'll be a good fit in the STL business world. For me, it's a temporary with might become perenint stance with them. As I said before:
On a side note, my parents have eased up on my restrictions (yay!) after I "prooved" I could handle my own business. *cough*School*cough*money*cough* They should have looked at everything else though... then maybe I'd not hav been in this situation to begin with. Meh... I can now clean my room when it needs to be cleaned.... once I get rid of everything tha that I SHOULD have been able to get rid of.
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Jul 17, 2008 3:27:01 GMT -5
Post by a'Lan Mandragoran on Jul 17, 2008 3:27:01 GMT -5
I love it when things go suprizngly well... until it blows up in your face.
I had just gotten my computer back from the repair place today and I was running through my usual maintainance that I normally do on a computer, espically since it's not been done in a week. I noticed that some of my WoW files got corrupted and figured that I should go ahead and reinstall it. I put the first 2 disks in, let them run through the install while I continued doing other things. I hear the computer beep and it pops up that it's ready for disk 3, so I open up the DVD drive that disk 1 was in and the damned computer BSOD-ed (Blue Screen of Death) on me giving me a nifty little IRQL_NOT_LESS_OR_EQUAL error thingy and STOP 0x0000007e (0xffffffffc0000005, 0xfffff80001c5dc11, 0xfffff8000985e251, 0xfffff98000e0eb98, 0xfffff98000e0e570). Then it sat there looking stupid at me while it dumped my memory. Now, every time I reboot, the thing BSODs and gives me an equally cryptic error number, but no words that say what the issue could be. Tomorrow I get to take my computer BACK to the repair place, where they will HOPFULLY remember me and the fact I had a warenty. I know computers are complex and somewhat unpredictable. I understand that there might be some issues they didn't fix I'm ok with that.
To make matters worse, my mother has been screaming since I told her of this issue. She keeps saying that she told me not to go and get it repaired and that it was better to buy a new computer (which we both were against since it was on her credit card) and that basically, because I touched the thing, it broke. She wonders why I'm not paying repair bills from the school and all kinds of other shit like that. The only thing I can do is calmly explain that sometimes it takes more than one "fix" to actually fix the problem with computers. It's almost like breaking something in your body. It might be simple, one surgery and you're done, or it could be something a little more complicated that could take months for doctors to heal and even longer in rehab. She won't listen and my dad sits on his duff complaining he can't do anything about it except throw it in the dumpster. ROUND 2 OF THE MILLER FAMILY WAR HAS STARTED! Tickets are on sale at your local box office, please bring a raincoat. There will be wavers at the gate for you to sign incase you get hurt.
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Aug 19, 2008 23:57:31 GMT -5
Post by a'Lan Mandragoran on Aug 19, 2008 23:57:31 GMT -5
The world turns, my luck fades. I got my computer back a week ago and had to take it RIGHT back in. Since then I've been rejected by no less than 60 jobs because I don't remember a lot of my C++ programming. I can't do it on my laptop because I can't install certain programs on a Vista machine, Visual Studio Pro 6.0 being the main one, so I can't do crap to refresh my memory. I get to go through finals with no stress releaf because I'm on so much debt I can't do a godsdamned thing about it. Even if I get a job, whoever has to pay off my shit when I die will have a substancial ammount to pay off. I'm inadaquit for everything and everyone. I've been alone for long enough that one would think that I'd be looking for friendship but I don't deserve it. This is probably going to be my last post here. This time I won't delete my account. You can, if you care, e-mail me or IM me. I don't expect it. I just can't wait until my ultimate end... I don't think I can take another reincarnation. I'll probably be punished for something long forgoten in that one too. My mom's complaining because "HER" computer's still in the shop. THE THING WAS A GRADUATION PRESENT FROM MY ASSOCIATES DEGREE! IT'S MINE! But whatever, when I get it back, I'll have no time to use it. I'll, hopfully, have a job. Oh! One of the FEW places that actually wanted me called about two days ago, my dad said I was sleeping and hung up rather than calling me to the phone. It would have been an AWSOME job programming for Boeing! I called the guy back and he said that he dosn't want people who sleep past noon... I've not talked to my dad since then.
Miller family war 3 has started! Stay out of St. Louis if you know what's good for you...
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Aug 20, 2008 1:10:20 GMT -5
Post by KG on Aug 20, 2008 1:10:20 GMT -5
OOOOKKKK Lan you can't stop posting... well you could but we'd miss you something awful. We love you and want you here. I for one would miss you horribly.
I'm sorry your parents are being such dicks but really why do they oppose you working? Maybe you should ask them. Sit down and have a long talk with them and ask them why in the heck they are opposing you at every turn as you try to build yourself a life. Ask them if they want to pay off your college loan. Ask them if they want a dependent child till they die of old age. If they can't answer these questions in a way that indicates that yes they do want to support you, and keep you for the next fourty years or so, and they do want to pay off your college loan than tell them to HELP you get a job, or at least not totally sabatoge you in your efforts.
They are totally making this impossible, and it is difficult enough already, so make them level with you on WHY they are doing this. Make them be honest.
I'm sorry you can't remember all your C+++ but maybe one of your old classmates could help you refresh your memory?
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