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walbournApparently the secret to getting lots of chicks if you work at Microsoft is to go to the company sponsered Pro Club wearing any Microsoft T-shirt that implies you've been at the company since the mid 90s (a Windows 95 T-shirt is ideal). The assumed stock portfolio is guaranteed to get an attractive girl to talk to you. From there, you just have to lie a lot about how much stock you really own.
That's so not me, but I'm sure it works for some people.
Too bad I didn't actually come to work for Microsoft in mid the 90s and got out before the crash. Then again, money has never been my primary motivator in life. I spent the late 90s following my desire for a fun career, my heart into a rewarding in that playing-with-fire kinda lifestyle, and eating out a lot with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
appleang and onyxlynxx. Those were the days.
Spent most of today helping a visiting game developer track down some whacky crashes, and tomorrow is more of the same.jeliza and family have a visitor this week, so I'm not really sure when I'm likely to get more time with Jane. My whiteboard has a fair number of errands to deal with this week, but otherwise things are pretty quiet.
While I'm not planning on scamming for gold-diggers, I think I should investigate the Pro Club anyhow. A nice heated pool sounds like a fun way to burn off some excess energy. Now if I can just make sure that I never even talk to a personal trainer I'll try to go on a regular basis. Those years in middle-school PE has permanently scarred me to the point that personal trainers irritate the hell out of me. They go on the list of 'professionals to avoid' with injury lawyers and dentists.
That's so not me, but I'm sure it works for some people.
Too bad I didn't actually come to work for Microsoft in mid the 90s and got out before the crash. Then again, money has never been my primary motivator in life. I spent the late 90s following my desire for a fun career, my heart into a rewarding in that playing-with-fire kinda lifestyle, and eating out a lot with
appleang and onyxlynxx. Those were the days.Spent most of today helping a visiting game developer track down some whacky crashes, and tomorrow is more of the same.
jeliza and family have a visitor this week, so I'm not really sure when I'm likely to get more time with Jane. My whiteboard has a fair number of errands to deal with this week, but otherwise things are pretty quiet.While I'm not planning on scamming for gold-diggers, I think I should investigate the Pro Club anyhow. A nice heated pool sounds like a fun way to burn off some excess energy. Now if I can just make sure that I never even talk to a personal trainer I'll try to go on a regular basis. Those years in middle-school PE has permanently scarred me to the point that personal trainers irritate the hell out of me. They go on the list of 'professionals to avoid' with injury lawyers and dentists.
