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April 10th, 2011

flying away @ 11:26 am

My Dad embodies most of the things about Asperger's that I dread seeing in myself: irrational stubbornness, obliviousness, and so forth. He's also started hoarding more in recent years; my sister calls his computer desk "the hamster nest" due to the roughly three inch pile of papers and whatnot that lay on the floor. He won't throw anything out; to the contrary, he'll sometimes rescue things from the garbage. I've secretly tossed plastic bags full of rusty nails, but I can't purge and clean up like I (and Mom) would like to.

Gee, I wonder why I've felt torpid and unwilling/unable to do anything for the past couple of months?

Anyway, I've had enough and I'm flying back to the SFBA on 17 May; now, if I can just find employment in the city/eastbay....

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Date:April 10th, 2011 06:11 pm (UTC)
My friend works for Kaboom in Redwood Shores and the are hiring big time right now:


Yes, you have to have a facebook account to view their job invite list, but they've had a lot of stuff that you might be interested (and several things I'd like to do if it didn't mean leaving a place where I can afford a house).

Edited at 2011-04-10 06:11 pm (UTC)
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Date:April 10th, 2011 06:27 pm (UTC)
I gotta a room. let me know.
Date:April 11th, 2011 05:19 pm (UTC)
Every so often, I end up going through my dad's closets full of books and papers and stuff that he never got rid of. Mostly it's because my mom wants to get rid of it but it depresses her to go through the things. Sometimes they're easy to dispose of, like electronics magazines from the mid-1960s. Other things, well. I don't want to throw away his class reports and textbooks and stuff from his time at WSU, but why keep them? It doesn't help that my brothers who might be interested in this (they're EE, like my dad) both live in the States and can't help me decide.

Occasionally I score something interesting, like this (an edition published in 1940 or so; it'll fall apart as I read it!) or this. I keep finding stuff to scan in.

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