A Job in SF

On April the twenty-ninth I noted that the day before I finished stuff and walked to the station.  I transferred at MV but picked up a falafel first.  Some lady came really close to me while I was riding a Google bike.  I boarded the train and texted a friend.  She was going to take it easy.  At Mib I got the bike and went to 24th and rode to the school.  I locked up and went inside.  The professor was preparing his lecture and I loaded my work.  It turned out that my app wouldn’t work so I had to make another.  I also started working on my presentation.  The professor did his lecture and when he got to my presentation he turned it over to me.

The presentation went alright.  The new slides weren’t necessary.  People clapped and I wasn’t certain why.  I didn’t feel cut out to be a teacher at that point.  The professor passed out the lab and then I helped people while working it myself.  I helped three people.  The first was across from me.  She didn’t see the difference between the window to choose and stuff and the one to choose things.  The second hadn’t filled out the selection window correctly and the third needed to learn the layout window tools.  The professor and I talked for a bit in here.  I felt that he didn’t really care if I came by to help or not and he also seemed to think that he didn’t need to share his plans with me.  He was helping a girl sitting next to me with the previous assignment.

I said bye to the professor Mono and missed the 48 so went to Papalote—mostly to wait but I had two tacos.  When I got on the bus there was a guy with a bike and that was it.  We passed a sad looking lady with a bike at around Douglas.  I rode home and started to figure out my laundry.  It had been my sister’s birthday and dad had had too much to drink at Parkside Tavern.  Mom asked me to dislodge him from the love seat.  I went to bed soon after that.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I slept in till 640 and rushed for the 48.  I rode down 19th and have decided since that a box turn from the west side of the intersection is better since there are likely less conflicts.  I got coffee at Ocean and was at DC for 17 minutes and never realized I needed to ditch the bike.  I left it at MV instead.

I thought I would receive a call on CT but the call came in while I was on the VTA.  There were fare inspectors on the train so I didn’t hear much of his introduction.  However, when he asked me about my needs I told him straight away that I wanted a job in SF.  We agreed at this point that the job wasn’t for me.

We discussed my connections.  He told me that the software firm we depended upon had shorted his industry.  He told me about his business.  They were looking at stations and sending the data on to their client.  He told me that they had a laptop from the company and that he had had a worker setting the process up but that he had been offered something else and left.  I gave him some suggestions and contacts in conclusion.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.