Zel-kun’s Words

I drove all over the city of Chicago today, taking inventory at various gyms.  I find it odd being a nerd working on servers and computers amidst a jock haven.  I actually find that the other technicians that work for XSport have a jock-ish feel to them, with the exception of the programmer, who is a full-blown nerd.

Because of this, I don’t really meld well with them.  There seems to be an invisible barrier somewhere that divides us.  I fear that ultimately, it will be this barrier that will cause my contract to not be renewed when the year is up.  Of course, its not just that, but I was hired to deal with service calls, which I have learned to do expertly.  The problem is they’re dwindling, it seems.

Ah well, hopefully I’ll be able to get a certification or two under my belt before this contract expires, so either Sentinel will keep me on, or I’ll have an easy time finding different employment.  That’s fine in my book, I  don’t seek to make XSport a career.  Trying to work your way up from the bottom in one company is foolish, in my book.  Getting a new job in a better position is much more likely than being promoted.

But for the time being, my job is secure and the money is good, so I’m making sure to take advantage.  Already most of my debts are gone, and my savings are increasing, so its been a very good couple of months.  I’ve learned quite a bit about network infrastructure, which is good being as it is a weak point.  I’ve learned a great deal about remote support and even a little managerial skill.  Yeah, this job even has me sending out hardware technicians and monitoring their work, and making sure it gets done.

… I feel dirty.

Anyhow, I was pulled over by the Chicago police today.  I saw them pull behind me and throw on their lights and siren.  My heart leapt to my throat and I began contemplating every move I made in the last ten minutes, searching for things I could have done wrong.  I was trying to follow a map, so I suppose it would have been possible to miss a stop sign or something.

I then see both officers leap out of their car and stride towards me pulling their guns in the rear-view mirror.  For a split-second, I get very scared.  But then reason kicks in and says, “There’s no way you’ve done something bad enough to be shot at for.  Obviously your car matches a description.”  I relax, and sure enough, the officer approaches and asks me a couple routine questions (where are you from, where are you headed, etc), and tells me a car matching my description was involved in a shooting.  He then sends me on my way.

Its amusing that the sight of an officer drawing a gun on me calmed me down…

Anyhow, that’s all for now.

Zel-kun out.