A few years ago I’ve got myself a Certified Professional Authorization (lang=’ro’: Persoană Fizică Autorizată, P.F.A. — I have no idea if there’s any equivalent outside Wacko-land).
It’s basically a one-man company, which allows me to issue invoices for my services. I had to do it because my employer back then was paying salaries based on invoices issued by employees in order to ditch taxes (a very common practice these days). Continue Reading
It’s over now. I have decided to accept the offer, and I have told them so yesterday. There’s no turning back now, I’m a man of my word. Continue Reading
This week I had an offer to go and work for a big advertising group as a system administrator. Continue Reading
A few weeks ago there were some repairs made to the roof of the building I live in. The workers apparently moved the cable my ISP has installed for me to get it out of their way, so now it was hanging in front of some windows on the back side.
On Sunday morning a neighbour from the 5th floor came to my door and asked me to do something about that cable, because the wind moves it around and it constantly pounds on her windowsill. Of course I apologized, and promised to contact my ISP about it.
Later on that evening, my connection went down. I didn’t panic, there are occasional outages from time to time. So I took the chance to take my dog for a walk in the park. More than an hour later, my connection was still down.
Just as I was calling my ISP to report the problem (without very high hopes I might add, they never answer the phone during weekends), my neighbour from the 5th floor came again to ask me if I’m aware that someone has cut my cable off!
I don’t think there’s anything else to add here. It took more than a day to get my connection back, and probably a few millions of my brain cells to refrain from hunting down the mother fucker and cutting his head off. It wouldn’t have helped though, and I don’t really plan doing time for some bastard. Besides, there’s a never ending supply of dick-heads in this country, we’re doomed to live in the Dark Ages forever.
A friend of mine pointed me to this link on the stuff.co.nz website.
At first I thought it’s a joke of an incredible bad taste, but after a quick search I found out the story was running in a lot of other media outlets, from the Sydney Morning Herald to the BBC.
I can’t say I’m anything near a fan of him or his shows, but on occasion I enjoyed watching him speaking with so much passion about all kinds of wild creatures. I was finding it amazing that someone could be so committed and so excited about his work all the time.
Well, as someone was saying on the comments page: it’s like finding out Superman was killed while crossing the street.
My wife thinks it’s still a lot better than being hit by a car… it’s a shame though, our thoughts go to his wife and little kids. It must be really hard for them.
Shit happens. Life sucks.