Mr. Bob's Weblog

While taking a break from job hunting, I found that if you mix chocolate chips and oatmeal in your hand and eat them, it’s like having a oatmeal cookie.

More on this as it develops.

Now that I’ve been unemployed for over a week, I found that looking for a job is actually more work than actually working. It’s quite a paradox. I’ve applied to quite a few automotive businesses along with a few other places. So far I’ve had two offers.

I went to the VEC on Monday or Tuesday, and found a few offers, and follow up on them. I got a letter from them just now. Apparently they have an automated search system, and they sen tme information for a job! Pretty cool.

I was so close to landing a a job at Canonical as a webmaster. I was a getting glazy-eyed until I came across:

Working knowledge of Python.

Not cool. I was so close! I wanted to learn Python over a year ago, but I ended up pushing it aside. Though the job will most likely be filled soon by some hillbilly or crazed nutcase (joke 😉 ), I’m adding a book on learning Python to my summer reading list. Python is a really good language to learn (so I’ve heard) and Zope, a founding
sponsor of Python, is nearby. Hey, you never know. 🙂

Along with my upcoming self-taught Python course, the summer semester has started at Germanna. I’m taking two distance learning courses, so I’m still free to have a vacation.

Anyway, that’s my current situation. It’s a good thing that I’ve got somebody on my side, or else I’d be done with. 😀

Well, my work for the semester ended last week when I took my last exam. Though I had trouble maintaining full-time thanksgiving, I survived through my first full-time semester while working. At times I thought that being a full-time student and working was going to tear me down, but I made it.

The funny thing about all of this is that at times I believed I would have to sacrifice my job for my schoolwork, or vice versa, during the semester. However, I gave my two weeks notice the day after my last exam. It seems very strange, even to me, as why I would wait until after the semester to leave my job. Maybe God just wanted to show me that I could survive it.

I sometimes feel that I could’ve done more to keep my job, but I don’t regret my decision. I would often find myself to entangled in work, even when I went home afterwards. I was starting to become bitter and cynical. I was starting to focus on worldly matters, over spiritual matters. I don’t want to end up that way. Losing my focus towards eternity with my Father isn’t in my list of goals. When the choice is between my job or my Father, I’m going to choose my Father.

Anyway, wherever I go from here, I must keep my eyes fixed on God, and not myself.