Ha! Take that you bastards!

I started a blog, just like I said I would, so I can speak my mind about how I really feel about this POS job!

Not that I will tell any of you tomorrow what I've done. Lord knows, I need the money. But now I can bitch about how The Company came here, to this pathetic little former city, so that they could bring in the desperate IT workers who got laid off at their former jobs, or hire the fresh-out-of-college kids who were looking to make a start in the IT industry (like me) at lower than national average salaries.

But I won't get too specific. I'll need to be careful, because after the second or third rum and diet coke I might spill too much, and in this economy even a shitty entry-level job is worth keeping, even in this godforsaken town in IA. So if you think you might know me, don't expect a thumbs up if you are right: Jerry Gerber comes to life after the first drink goes down after five. This is my time to bitch and moan about my situation, maybe let alcohol-fueled dreams replace it every so often, but shit: I moved here with the expectation of good pay, learning valuable skills that can help me progress in the IT field, and a decent atmosphere. For Christ's sake: there are three colleges in town, and I am under 30. Too bad they are all religious colleges, and there are like 12 churches within a 5-block radius. I'm sure that these girls are repressed as shit and wanting to 'experiment', but how do you meet them without pretending to go to church?

As for pay: I spent a lot of money going to college so that I could get into the IT industry; oh wait, I spent a lot of money THAT I DID NOT HAVE so that I could get into the industry. And just when I was ready to look for an internship, the economy collapsed. I spent another year in college, increasing my already large student loan debt so that I could hopefully increase my hireability and more importantly, avoid having to go back and live with my parents in bumfuck-nowheresville. Yes, I could have gone home to live with Mommy and Daddy for a year, but instead I took courses to be a more attractive job candidate. And I went further into the hole because of it.

And so, when this job came along, I jumped at the chance to stop living off of loans and start paying for myself. I moved to a place that I had driven through and was not impressed by, and discovered just how much the Fed takes off in taxes (which is even worse with overtime, something that fortunately I still get if I work over forty hours.)

I have my one bedroom apartment, the usual bills and I try to pay them on time: I'm getting better. As for eating: depending on fast food for at least one meal a day has left me heavier and rounder. So suck it: I can drink that many calories in booze, and hopefully it will produce something fun to read. The buzz sure as hell lasts longer.

So for now: peace out! I'm gonna make myself another drink, and repeat until I can't feel how hot and humid my unconditioned apartment is.