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July 16, 2007

Bucket status: I HAS A BUCKET!

It's taken a lot longer than I expected, but I have accepted a position with a new company. It's a more responsible position in a smaller company (I'll actually work with the people making the decisions, unlike at some of the larger places I've been employed before). I've now got two weeks before starting at the new job.

Obscure headline explanation here, by way of James Lileks.

Posted by Nicholas at July 16, 2007 12:32 PM
Comments
Way to go. Is the office filled with 19 year olds that will view you with suspicion? Posted by: Alan at July 16, 2007 04:29 PM
Suspicion
If they're not viewing with alarm and despair, I'm already not doing the job! ;-) Posted by: Nicholas at July 16, 2007 09:08 PM
I hope the beatings will continue until morale improves. Congrats, my friend! Posted by: Barbara Forbes-Lyons at July 17, 2007 08:44 AM
Crabbuckit!
It's high now So low it's high Like this, check it out yo Took a trip on a bus that didn't know Met a girl sellin' drinks at the disco Said truth comes back when you let it go Seems complicated cause it's really so simple Walkin' down Yonge Street on a Friday Can't follow them, gotta do it my way No fast lane, still on a highway Movin' in and out, no doubt there's a brighter day No time to get down cause I'm moving up No time to get down cause I'm moving up No time to get down cause I'm moving up Ahh, haa... Check out the crab in the bucket It's like this, It's like this It's like fly in a room, scream, writing on walls Swear this clone been havin' a ball Claimin' themselves just before last call Tic-a-tic-a-toc tic-a-tic-a-toc Clock strikes twelve, clock strikes one Smoking gun put these fools on the run I know it's not that simple, I know it's not that hard Where's your goal No time to get down cause I'm moving up No time to get down cause I'm moving up No time to get down cause I'm moving up Ahh, haa... Check out the crab in the bucket Yeah na I mean Yeah, I heard you man, yo, check, yo, yo It's a conniption, fit when the microphone's lit I take it higher like a bird on a wire, retire the fire I'll never cause I'm just moving on up Choosin' to touch, the unseen, craving the clutch The most inevitable, legible pyro-mania Slaying the devil, and send him back to Transylvania Strangely enough, I avoid that side of the ghetto From my heavy metal, will settle the puppets like Jepeto Damm, if mirrors where created by sand Then I'm looking in the water for reflections of man Understand the minds above time when it's empty Emcee, Tragically Hip, Ahead by a Century, rrahh No time to get down cause I'm moving up No time to get down cause I'm moving up No time to get down cause I'm moving up Ahh, haa... Check out the crab in the bucket
Dude! Posted by: Jon at July 17, 2007 09:54 PM
Congrats on your successful effort to push that nose against the grindstone once again. So when are you taking me out for a congratulatory lunch? (Oh, wait...nevermind...) Posted by: Damian at July 18, 2007 02:16 PM


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