So it would appear that my paternal unit will be in Socorro the 16th, and the pair of us will be leaving the 18th to return to Cincinnati the 21st. Let it be known that, regardless of circumstance, my leaving of Socorro at this point will not be accompanied with any sort of promise to return; to the contrary, I would say that it is a pretty good bet to say that I will not be returning for most any reason outside of collecting my things. I am done with this town, and I am done with New Mexico Tech unless the school makes a complete 180 and fires half its administration (I could even name names if necessary). In fact, it's a pretty safe bet that I will not be returning to this state for much of anything short of, again, my belongings. This is my burning of that bridge. If I had a little more time to prepare, that "burning" might be a little more permanent. And literal.
Did I mention I really, really hate this state? Perhaps with every fiber of my being? I suppose I shouldn't really be burning bridges just yet; my paperwork checked out and they might interview me for that position in Albuquerque. Still, HATE.
I was doing a little thinking this past evening regarding my need to rely on others. I've made it no secret that I absolutely abhor this fact, but I suppose I should elaborate considering my inner dialogue. For example, if the things I'd had lined up in January in California were to have instead been lined up this week, I would have been able to make every single one of them. I may not have gotten a job even then, but the chances would have been astronomically better, and all because I would not have had to rely on anyone else. I could have been picking myself up off the floor to which New Mexico threw me, dusting myself off, and restarting my life under my own power. I would have made the interview, the audition for Beach Blanket Babylon in which I was invited to participate, and the biotech job fair I was also invited to attend. Conversely, had Walmart gotten my W-2 to me in a more timely manner, such could have been possible back then, but again that would have been me relying on someone else.
Speaking of Walmart, I got news that the head manager is leaving, being relocated to another store. This means that, were I so inclined, I could actually go back and re-apply for my job (which, by the way, they have not filled, because the old manager was a gigantic ass who was more interested in getting a bonus than actually running his fucking store), informing them that I was wrongfully terminated because of my medical issue. Of course, I have no intention of returning to that horrible place. Read that, Walmart? Suck my dick, you aren't getting me back for anything.
So, in order to fulfill my desire to not have to rely on others for anything ever again, I have a complete comprehensive plan. This will go into effect regardless of what happens over the next few weeks, because seriously I can't rely on anyone for anything ever again. I can share some of this plan, but other parts of it I require to remain absolutely inside my head. I will say that part of it involves making fursuits, something I'd hoped to be doing by this point anyway; another does involve getting off my ass and writing more.
I end this entry with the beginning of a meme I'm stealing from tonberrygrrl
.Day 1 - Pride. Seven great things about yourself.
Day 2 - Envy. Seven things you lack and covet.
Day 3 - Wrath. Seven things that piss you off.
Day 4 - Sloth. Seven things you neglect to do.
Day 5 - Greed. Seven worldly material desires.
Day 6 - Gluttony. Seven guilty pleasures.
Day 7 - Lust. Seven love secrets.
1. I joined the Boy Scouts when I was nine after having been a Cub Scout for four years; within a year I had progressed three ranks and was inducted into the Order of the Arrow, one of the youngest people to do this (as really there was kind of an age limit due to the times necessary to earn those ranks after the age limit to enter Boy Scouts in the first place). By age twelve I had completed my Eagle Project, and sat on the two remaining merit badges I needed for several years before I officially earned Eagle. I know the BSA isn't that great an organization as a whole anymore, what with the Mormons running the thing, but I'm still proud of myself for these things. :P
2. I began writing the first book I published in high school, compiling little bits and pieces for the story from games I used to play by myself as a kid. That's right - Journey to Fire's Keep
has been in production for most of my life. I think the first little game I began playing with the universe actually took place when I was six, involving the ruins in River City.
3. My first programming language was LOGO when I was, again, six; this in and of itself isn't terribly impressive. When I was still in grade school, one of the final projects we had for my computer class involved writing a tessellation. I finished mine, a series of squares and equilateral triangles, within a day. The next student to finish took two weeks.
4. My first second language was American Sign Language. As a student in middle school, five years after my last lesson in the language, I filled in for a student aid who was sick and provided an admittedly rather broken lecture translation to the one deaf student in our art class. Today, I could probably do the same with the same level of accuracy with Russian or Japanese, and could provide a near-perfect lecture translation in German.
5. I like to go above and beyond on assigned projects if it's anything in which I hold interest. In CS111, my Java linked list assignment - after only having just learned about linked lists by basically teaching myself what they were, because I only attended that class maybe three times outside of tests and lab - could really have been considered a basic database with a large amount of functionality. (Yes, I am aware that technically a linked list is a database, but I'm talking the more traditional definition.) In Orbital Mechanics, when told to plan trajectories for a mission to Saturn and back, I gave full orbital schematics and schedules, including actual exact dates (and times in UTC, if I recall), and furthermore had the probe circle Titan before circling Saturn and returning.
6. In seventh grade, my first place in an otherwise high school-level competition got the school's Science Olympiad team to state. That same year, I used my understanding of time and the sun's position in an orienteering competition when we'd forgotten a compass - and succeeded. In high school, the one other year in which I participated in the Olympiad, I placed in three events in regional and two in state, all in events in which I was the only entrant from our school.
7. I am an accomplished actor, singer, and musician. :3