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[carrickbender]

Saturday 6:

- Everybody is in my space today. Cabo was literally 2 inches from my face, Henry is climbing all over me, Joe Biden is asking for donations, and I'm just like GET OFF MY LAWN!!!!!

- Related: things I never thought I'd say, volume 643: "please don't drive your car up my leg" and "I AM NOT A NIGHTSTAND, PLEASE DONT PUT THAT ON ME!"(for those of you wondering, he did indeed put the Gatorade bottle on my hip bone)

- Shortly after midnight, I went to take (si) Cabo out to go pee for the last time and there was a huge rat right by the back steps. It was the same geriatric rodent we have been trying to send marching since we moved, and the gentle nudges weren't working. And after looking at him, it looked like the poor old bugger fell out of the crawl space and hit his head on the corner of the concrete stairs. He just stared at me, barely moved when I nudged him, and was actively dying. So I opened the garage door and with the whack of my broom, I sent him to the great beyond with the admonition that I hoped he came back as a big, strong critter in the next life... just not at my house. All of that just after midnight.

- I had a job interview with a NYSE traded company on Friday for a position in logistical management. It was my first big interview for this kind of position, and while I think that I pretty much nailed it and asked good questions as follow-ups, I'd be ok if I didn't advance. It was the fact that they chose me to call that was pretty great, and a real confidence builder. I have another logistics position interview next Wednesday with a really big trucking company that does some awesome and innovative things, and the validation about not being a complete moron is kinda nice. I mean, I'm still a moron, but my abilities to pass off as not being a moron are getting better.

- In unrelated news, how do I know summer is coming in the PNW? People don't even try to put up a ruse about being nice drivers anymore. Case in point: I was excessively speeding, trying to get past a line of cars with ZERO space for me to get over, with a dude following me so close I could have crop dusted him. When I did get over, he made sure to give me the finger. Mind you we arrived at a stop light at almost the same time, so I gave he and his grim looking wife an exaggerated thumbs up. The kind of thumbs up that says, "I might be encouraging you, or I might have just thought about you getting hit with a tire iron". I quit giving the middle finger to older white dudes years ago- no concept of nuance.

Anyhow, I'm off to design a metric to quantify human effort for filling an order for my lean six project. Thank you for being a wonderful distraction from school and being slightly annoyed with life at the moment. You are all truly amazing...truly.