One bourbon, one scotch, and one mav

What else is new?

About two months ago, I interviewed for a job as an IT nerd at Cactus Pete’s. A month later I interviewed again. Two weeks after that, I got the job. Two weeks ago, I started my new job. Last week, I royally screwed up in my new job - or so I’ve been told, aside from one incident I really don’t know what I did wrong.

So, tomorrow, I have to decide whether or not I want to keep my new job.

I’ve come to the conclusion that corporations by nature are the embodiment of the girlfriend that says “If you don’t know what you did wrong, then I’m certainly not going to tell you.”

What I’ve been told is that: I don’t take instructions from superiors well, I tend to be rather rude when tired/stressed, and as such, my position with the company is in question. While I completely understand the latter, I don’t recognize the former at all, so I don’t know what in the world to do.

I’ve been thinking about our big install night and the day following it for the last two days. (Friday I was too busy singlehandedly consuming Idaho’s entire supply of bourbon [both cheap and expensive] to give a shit about much of anything.) The only consensus that my post-liquor-addled mind could reach is that I really don’t know what the hell I did wrong, and as such, am going to be quite hard-pressed to fix it. Fuck.

Saturday, while talking with my mom, I had a small yet impactful epiphany. Even though I’ve started this new job, with tons of new, l33t technology and a ridiculous amount of new shit to absorb, it simply doesn’t interest me at all. In fact, I’ve found myself to be rather bored with the whole thing. Does this mean that I’m totally burned out on computing altogether? I just can’t get excited about it unless I’m ghetto-rigging wireless with hacked-together access points and Pringles cans full of copper?

So, I’m seriously considering walking in tomorrow and resigning, more for their benefit than mine. I could always tough it out and do the job, but that wouldn’t really benefit me or them, and they would be royally fucked when they wanted me to learn something new.

Maybe I’ll become a dental hygienist. Now that’d be an odd dichotomy.