<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561</id><updated>2009-02-21T04:26:37.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wandering Jedi</title><subtitle type='html'>Matt Stewart's random thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561.post-115086810807110673</id><published>2006-06-21T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:36:49.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bling...and more!</title><content type='html'>I'd like to point out right off the bat that I delayed this post primarily to annoy Michelle. Hi Michelle. Teach you to say mean things about how slow I post. So...almost a month, back to the periodic posting concept apparently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last few weeks have been absolutely insane for me. The stand-alone Geek Squads in Atlanta have been mayhem the last month, people leaving, being promoted, taking temporary transfers to cover outages, etc. James accepted a temporary Precinct Chief job in Madison, MN. Their Chief stepped down and he's up there for a month to cover for him, so we're down a person. Then somebody at another Atlanta store quit, and so they're down a person. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.corranhorn.com/files/img/badge2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.corranhorn.com/files/img/badge2007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were already attempting to borrow someone from their store, so now we're sharing borrowed employees from the third store, who's probably pretty pissed at us. As a result, all three locations are seriously busting ass to keep up. I've been splitting time between in-store and on-site. Sadly enough (for me and my performance numbers), the on-site business has slooooooowed down a lot. This reflects badly on me because I miss my numbers. As of this writing, I have more than twenty outstanding voicemails waiting for callbacks to schedule. They need to hurry the hell up and call me. Oh yeah, and uh...the pic. BLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to Becca, who will probably not want to read this section. However, it's exciting, so...bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things kinda never took off with Ciara, which was interesting. We set a date...and then she cancelled and re-scheduled four times. It seemed to me that she kept finding other things she wanted to do first. She went to visit her sister, went out with her mom, went bowling!?, stayed late at work, etc. Finally we both found an afternoon where we could randomly link up for like an hour, and had lunch. Things seemed to go pretty well (to me, at least). We laughed, shared stories. I learned lots about her, I told lots about me. I learned why she wears a gold band (a promise ring, no sex before marriage) on her wedding ring finger. I learned about her school experiences in Tennessee, her job hatred at Applebees and the Chiropractor. Her desire to move to California. In the end, we agreed to talk again and schedule a second date. I called, we set a day, she cancelled and rescheduled. Turns out we both had to miss that next one, so we both re-scheduled. I met up with her (accidentally on purpose) with Dad a week later when I knew she was working at Applebees, she said she'd call and figure it out for when we were free. That was last week. I've called since, no response. I suppose I should be more upset, but I suppose there's a reason for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of...here's why. A month ago I went to Outback with Greg. We got a table and our waitress came by. Her name was Erin, and she was fairly cute (me and waitresses, I swear). She was very sassy and didn't take crap from either of us, which always makes the experience better for me, because it's enjoyable when the server has a personality instead of being a brick. After a few re-visits by her, I realized she was kinda staring at me now and then. It took me a bit longer to realize why, and then I put it together. I laughed when I caught her looking again, and showed her my Geek Squad tie-pin, explaining that I wasn't a Mormon. She laughed as well, admitting she wasn't sure, and thought I was with the Squad. If you're not familiar with why this is funny, I wear the exact same (item for item) outfit as a Mormon who goes door to door, with the exception of my Geek Squad tie-pin. She explained that she loves our commercials and cars and such, then proceeded to ask me some surprisingly technical questions about computer upgrade and repair. All in all, she was a kick-ass waitress. We always request our favorite servers (Will, Erin, Faith, Kristin, and obviously David and Crystal), so we added her to the list after that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago we went again, and I requested her section. While I was standing there waiting for Greg to show up and for her table to clear up, the hostess was asking me (again, surprisingly technical) questions about her network problems. Erin came by and flying-tackle hugged me and proceeded to drag me by the hand to her table. She and the hostess had a very amusing conversation about who I belonged to, with Erin winning (especially in my book!). After she remembered my entire order from memory (This is a bonus to the tip, just fyi. Anyone who does this gets a bigger tip, *especially* if you've only served me once before!), she disappeared again and the hostess and I finished our conversation. She came back after Greg appeared and put in his order from memory too (also a big tip in his book!), and more or less spent her entire down-time standing/sitting with me at our table telling stories about our least favorite waitress (may she rot in hell, that bitch) Heidi. She asked me more about my job (reiterating how much she loves Geek Squad), and began to ask Greg about his job. When he started to explain that he wasn't with the Squad, she mocking cut him off and sat back down with me to ask me more questions (this, also, is a big tip, just fyi.) about my job. Well of course, I had to give her a t-shirt then, so when she disappeared I hopped out of the booth and went and got a shirt. When I gave it to her, she once again flying-body-tackled me with a hug (She's already at an insane tip, this one was just called even. Greg did not increase his tip for my hug.) We said our goodbyes and such at the end, and I left with a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to last Friday. I sail out of work an hour early due to schedule adjustments, and bolt for home. It had already been a good day. I found out we got our bonus, I made my budget, and I got out an hour early! TRAFFIC JAM! Son of a! I heard about a multi-car accident on I-20 pretty much at/on my exit, with expected delays of an hour or more. What do I do? Take a side-road the opposite way into Douglasville, the way I went home to my old house. Coincidentally, this road leads directly to my brother's house, where I fully intended to go and spoil the bejezus out of my niece. Oh, and check out &lt;a href="http://www.corranhorn.com/files/img/grace_candid.jpg"&gt;this pic&lt;/a&gt;. Is she not the cutest kid ever born? I pull in their house just as they're pulling out of their driveway, and they 'force' me to come to Outback with them, even though I've just eaten. For the record, I had a Chocolate Thunder from Down Under, and have no guilt about setting a bad example by eating dessert first infront of Grace, who got more than a fair share of my food. We arrive and I ask for Erin's table shamelessly, but she's not serving yet. We get HEIDI's table (may she rot in hell, that bitch) and I am very not thrilled. No cute waitress, she bitch from hell. However, about 20 minutes on, Erin walks by and I laughing pretend to need help. She's halfway through answering my question before she fully turns to see who I am, and once again, flying body tackle hug, in the booth! She more or less hangs out with us during her downtime even though she has tables, and spends 90% of the time talking to Gracie-boo about Hello Kitty (of which they are both gigantic fans) toys. She vanishes for a bit, during which David drops by. He sees Grace playing with my ultra-cool new &lt;a href="http://www.corranhorn.com/files/img/belkinpen.mp4"&gt;Belkin light-up pens&lt;/a&gt;, and is totally amazed by it, just like Grace. Knowing a pen is worth a thousand dollars at retail or dining establishments, I give David one of the two light-up pens I have, since I already gave Gracie-boo the other one. Five minutes later, Erin walks by, mock-pissed, punching me for not giving her my pen! She, of course, won't talk to me for the rest of the visit because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get up and leave, I give the Munchkin my gigantic patented "Uncle Matt Man Hug (tm)" which involves spinning her around and letting her try to squeeze me to death (Becca knows this hug in reverse). I go to my car, I get another of the fifty pens I was given, and I go back inside. I stand near the bar, waiting for Erin to go by from the server's entrance. David looks at me questioning, goes "Ah. If you didn't, I would have asked for you." and walks off. Apparently I was slower than I thought...but I was chasing Ciara first, so...meh. Will comes by, my favorite male server. He's freaking hilarious. He looks at me, looks at the server entrance and goes "She's hot, I'd do her." (which is funny primarily because he's gay, and saying this in a macho voice) to which I respond "You just want the pen. I saw you looking at it." and he goes "I won't lie, I'm mostly here for the pen and a Geek Squad t-shirt. She thinks you're cute, though. We hear these things" (we being the gay men, apparently. They have a gossip-input I'd kill for.). I laughed, nodded, and she came out. She motioned me to wait, and ran off to her table. Will disappeared instantly. She came back lightning fast and looked at me curiously. I brandished the pen, damn near got knocked over by a JUMPING flying body tackle hug, and she moved over to where I was sitting at the bar and thanked me with another hug. I played it corny and told her I'd have to get her another pen because the one I gave her apparently was broken and only writes down her phone number, to which she insisted on testing, and scribbled her number on a sheet of paper I accidentally had handy. Damn pen truely was broken! She took it anyway, after a hell of a lot longer hug and a promise to a movie date as soon as possible. I totally went out to the car, came inside, and threw Will a t-shirt. He coulda had the car for all I would have cared at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15624561-115086810807110673?l=jedicor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/feeds/115086810807110673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15624561&amp;postID=115086810807110673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/115086810807110673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/115086810807110673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/2006/06/blingand-more.html' title='Bling...and more!'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03305102897073631536'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561.post-114869771003796989</id><published>2006-05-26T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:45:23.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Demands</title><content type='html'>So I asked her out finally. I've been thinking and trying to figure out whether I should for something like two or three months now, and been attracted to her since god knows when last year. I finally took the chance and asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not in the loop, I'm referring to Ciara, my favorite waitress at Applebees. See, Applebees is basically on the front doorstep of Best Buy, and when I still worked over there we'd eat there multiple times a week. As a result, we have favorite waiters/waitresses/bartenders, etc. By far the best service generally came from Ciara and Shana, our two favorite girls. The guys basically sucked. Some time early this year I began to consider asking her out because she is definitely an intelligent girl who holds her own in a conversation. She never hurt for insults to hit us with if we teased her, and she was always kick-ass at the service. Oh, and she's cute as hell, too. I suppose that matters a wee bit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would have taken the chance awhile back, but she wears a gold ring of some type on her wedding ring finger, which we basically took to be a wedding band for the obvious reason. However, the last month or so I've been hearing her say things or comment on things that seemed to indicate she was single. So, with a bit of assistance from Shana, I discovered that she was infact, single. Shana seemed much relieved that I decided to inquire, as apparently she herself has been approaching the point where she was going to beat me with the subtlty bat and tell me Ciara was single. Score? Oh, I think so. So I asked. And she said yes, and now I have to try not to make a fool of myself. It's been awhile since I've been on an actual first-date type event, as the last few casual dates have been with friends or co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1452/1600/House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2645/1452/200/House.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the excitingly huge news, I thought I'd move on to a different female to discuss, so now I target Heather! :D  Not long ago, I commented to her on her own blog that I frequently dealt with insanely over-the-top rich clients who crapped money all day long. I figured I would finally show her a pic of what some of my clients owned. This is the pic I sent her. Now, to put things into even more perspective, note that I'm at the second access gate to his house. I'm probably two hundred feet from the road already, but in that two hundred feet I've driven about six hundred feet worth of distance on his winding driveway. Oh, and he's two miles from downtown Atlanta. Even the State Governor's mansion is not this big, and I know because I pass it every day. $$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last section is for Becca, who is probably undergoing an interesting week right now. She's spending the week with her toyfriend Dan who has come to visit her. She was a nervous wreck all last weekend preparing for his visit, and I hope things have gone well for her. I'm thinking of you, Goobie. Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, upon more reflection, the women in my life are pushy, for the most part. &lt;br /&gt;Hard to please, definitely never satisfied. You make a few blog posts, they want more and better. Blah blah blah. You comment on something, they make fun of you! Oh well, whatever keeps you alert and on your toes, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15624561-114869771003796989?l=jedicor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/feeds/114869771003796989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15624561&amp;postID=114869771003796989' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/114869771003796989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/114869771003796989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/2006/05/meeting-demands.html' title='Meeting Demands'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03305102897073631536'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561.post-114641522028257230</id><published>2006-04-30T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T12:40:20.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Following the paths...</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd bring about the end of the world by posting twice in a month. Check your Signs of the Apocolypse and mark off the next sign in your list as necessary. If this was your last sign, congrats, you win! Now you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are moving quick lately. Opportunities are popping up left and right for not only me, but other family and friends as well.  A client of mine made a job offer which I have forwarded to Greg because it's perfect for him. Another client of mine made me a job offer to be their local IT guy...in Hong Kong! A job has become available at Geek Squad City, which is the largest repair center ever built, up in Louisville, KY. If things work out right, my old supervisor's job will open up when he becomes a manager, and this is the most tempting job of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money has been coming and going at a crazy rate lately as I covered Brandon for various purchases, then got a bonus, then got paid back, then got raped by taxes. My bank account usually jumps up, then trickles down. Now it looks like a trampoline and it's ridiculous to watch, much less manage. Real temptation comes on Friday when I get two bonuses on the same paycheck, and I get paid back in full by Brandon. It will leave me over a thousand dollars in money which I had basically written off already, or never had to begin with. I'm trying my hardest to just put it aside and use it for vacation this fall, but it's so tempting. Must behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that makes all of this interesting for me is the explanation of one of my most intrinsic concepts. I am, perhaps more than anything else, a wanderer. If someone came along to me and offered to let me explore the world with them but I'd have to leave everything else behind, it would be a tempting offer I would probably give in to. I'm always looking for something new, something bigger or more exciting. The best term for it is wanderlust, the desire to be Out There, doing things and going places. I know my Dad and I share this concept, because both of us long to go into space. I want to be somewhere else, radically different, doing something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what made that Hong Kong offer so crazy tempting for me, it's about as different and new as you can get. It's totally irrational for me, but I want it none the less. *sigh* At least life isn't dull.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15624561-114641522028257230?l=jedicor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/feeds/114641522028257230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15624561&amp;postID=114641522028257230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/114641522028257230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/114641522028257230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/2006/04/following-paths.html' title='Following the paths...'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03305102897073631536'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561.post-114580728226918444</id><published>2006-04-23T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:54:18.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the dead</title><content type='html'>So I missed my monthly appointment and then some. Truth is, the free time has basically dropped to nil in the last two months. Despite the fact that I work fourty hours, I lose about twenty more to the job every week anyway, plus the hours are so early and late that the remainder is generally spent sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was intending to post in March as a followup to the new job process, but I missed it, which I suppose is a good thing. The first month is always the hardest, and moreso than ever with the transition from Counter Intelligence Agent to Special Agent. In addition to the on-site aspect, I got the rush treatment of being a REAL Geek Squad Agent, versus what most people who work in Best Buy Geek Squad's (BBYGS) get to do every day. I was the king of manipulating the system to get things done at BBY, because that's how we had to live. However, the Geek Squad Store (GSS) concept is very much different. Everything is proceedural, everything is set in stone and always followed to the letter. I have no problem with that concept, and in truth it works phenominally better if you have a competent staff to execute it, but it's not what I worked for over two years, so it took some work to change to. I made many a faux pa the first month that I have since managed to avoid the majority of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, the experience is fantastic. One of the downsides of working at BBYGS is that the competence level for your co-workers was all over the place. I worked with people (both current and long past) who were not qualified to plug in a computer, much less perform advanced repairs on them. I could never delegate or hand off work to them and be sure it would be done right. I couldn't trust a process to them and be certain I would be covered. At the GSS, everybody meets a certain standard level and above, so while I may not be able to hand somebody a specific task I'm 100% sure they can do in ten minutes, I know it will be done properly and I won't have to worry about it. In addition, it's nice to run into an issue I have no clue how to solve and be able to just toss it on the table for folks. At BBYGS I would occasionally get a specific answer or vague hint from some people, but in this case I can toss it out there and get ten legit answers or suggestions in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second month has gone far superior to the first. Less mistakes (I think!), less problems, more solutions. The niche I seem to have fallen into is the abstract-fix guy mode. Agent Watford will frequently bring me bizarre behavior machines to see if I have run across the various issues before. The Chief likes to hand me computers with a specific issue there seems to be no support for, and let me fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My onsite work has gotten better in terms of following process, as there are about ten thousand things that have to be done right in the scheduling and work process. It sucks. I schedule calls in STS, our job software. Once I schedule it in STS, I have to go to Outlook and enter it in the calendar manually, using a pre-built form I made. Once the event is scheduled, I create the personal contact for the client in Outlook so that I can schedule the event to them. Once that is done, I take my &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/2005/08/05/sprint-ppc-6700-is-the-htc-apache/"&gt;phone&lt;/a&gt;  over to the front desk so that I can enter the information into Palm desktop so that the Chief has his copy of it too. Once that is done, I have to electronically print and fill the call paperwork. This takes about fourty minutes per call, and I have to make sure every step is done or somebody is missing a copy of the work and I can get in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a couple big jobs so far, including one where I got to set up 64 routers for wireless access, for a company who literally put them in place in a skyscraper downtown. That was pretty cool, we earned the entire week's budget in five hours because I figured out a way to automate the updates for each router. Took me longer to unbox/rebox the routers than to do the setup. I was also (proud moment!) the first Agent in the history of Geek Squad to land one of our new maintenance contracts. We're test piloting a system where companies pay to have me on retainer for repairs, as well as scheduling a monthly visit where I basically do a once-over on their PCs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/18/90188483_6072ec2b4a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/18/90188483_6072ec2b4a_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the home front, things are stabilizing in the new house. We acquired a replacement third roommate (Greg had to bow out) and things are cool so far. We had to replace the toilet the other day, which was nasty because I had to dig into the old one and help remove it. I got that blue shit from the bowl cleaners all over my arms. Let me tell you, that stuff is not easy to get off your skin. Not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are fully settled in and slowly planning things, like chores and groceries and bills and such. Bumps all along the way, but nothing more than the process of building the road to drive on. Thanks to the new pay increase I'm slowly creeping out of riding broke and going toward actual savings, which is amazing for me considering how long I survived on the shitty pay as a CIA in BBYGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, life is tiring, but good. Work leaves me only a few hours a night to relax, if that, but it's still fun. For some weird reason Alex, who had all but disappeared socially, has suddenly reappeared. He frequents the house and is all about playing games with us and such now. Whatever works, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how long it will take her to find this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15624561-114580728226918444?l=jedicor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/feeds/114580728226918444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15624561&amp;postID=114580728226918444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/114580728226918444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/114580728226918444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the dead'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03305102897073631536'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561.post-113944727295586129</id><published>2006-02-08T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:08:49.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of News!</title><content type='html'>So I can finally write about the events of last month, after all the work to realize it in every way that mattered. January was probably the most chaotic month of the last few years for me. Time to dive into the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;width: 320px;" src="http://www.synergyengineering.ie/images/bar.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important event came in the third week on the 19th. In short, I snuck up to Canada to visit Becca for her birthday that weekend. I had been planning this for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt; and finally pulled it off, after some last-second hair raising complications. I owe Greg and Cori huge favors for saving my ass with some assistance. I arrived at Becca's place about 3PM or so, and had a nice chat with her parents who had come home a bit early for the festivities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arranged it so that they were in their usual afternoon positions when she came in.  I could hear her unloading her stuff in the entryway and she came around the corner mid-sentence to her father. She sort of glanced over my way as she spoke, and the look of 'somebody I know' passed over her face as she looked toward her mom. It didn't take but a second or so before the 'what the?' look hit her face and she focused back to me. She went dead quiet for like two seconds and said something like 'what? you?' and just looked. I probably had a huge ass grin on my face at this point. I had a nice casual conversation with her as she stumbled through basic speech in total shock. All she could really say for about three hours was "Holy shit...", it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was a blast, I brought her movies, games, and nerd toys, and a sneak visit. The best part of the whole thing had to be the fact that she had been making fun of me days before for not being able to keep secrets worth a crap. I rubbed that in for days. We played Mario Kart and Mario Party (rented in substitution for Soul Calibur, which was damaged upon rental) a lot, had a good time going to the movies and out around town. We did lots of nothing, and it was worth it all the way. Fun stuff. Hi Goobie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;width: 320px;" src="http://www.synergyengineering.ie/images/bar.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I posted in January, the Special Agent position interview process moved forward through January. Time passed pretty regularly without much input, before I was informed all the interviews had been completed and they would be contacting each of us in late January. While on my secret vacation to Canadia, I received a call from Best Buy Corporate Recruiting and go through my final interview. The interview seemed pretty fantastic and I got some good vibes, so I waited hopefully. More than a week and a half went by without word before I got a call from the same person asking me to contact her, that the company had made a decision and she was passing the results on. Still I was hopeful, and called back the next day. After playing phone tag for two hours, I found out &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I got the job!&lt;/span&gt; How kick ass is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The position comes with a nice pay raise (a nice raise!), a personal Geekmobile, a kick ass phone, and a badge. I'm now Special Agent Stewart. I'm excited regarding the possibilities and this will hopefully be a good step forward for me in the career path. The position will count towards on-site business and server maintenance experience, which will platform me forward pretty well when/if I choose to leave the company. At the same time, positions like Precinct Chief interest me as well, since they pay phenominally well and allow me to be in charge of activities like repairing PCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come,&lt;br /&gt;Special Agent Stewart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15624561-113944727295586129?l=jedicor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/feeds/113944727295586129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15624561&amp;postID=113944727295586129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/113944727295586129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/113944727295586129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/2006/02/lots-of-news.html' title='Lots of News!'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03305102897073631536'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561.post-113700295617899057</id><published>2006-01-11T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T23:58:11.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress Report</title><content type='html'>Long gaps are notoriously my style, but I like to bunch up my posts so you'll just have to deal with it. A lot has happened in the last month, so let me bulletize this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas! Holy crap man, I spent a lot, got a lot. I nabbed Serenity and Battlestar Galactica for watching, as well as the usual clothing and money from folks. The big gifts this year were a nice new watch (perfectly timed, as my current one was wearing out) and a voice controlled R2D2! He kicks ass, takes all kinda of questions and secret instructions to do funny stuff. There are very amusing videos of him in my photo section of my site under Christmas 05. Go look! Also, check ThinkGeek for the kick-ass dogtags that Becca got for me. She ordered me the Geek and Barcode tags, and I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Early January finally saw my interview come and go for the Special Agent position. Brian and I had a nice long chat, discussing Geek Squad, the requirements and considerations for the position. He also explained to me that the position itself did not exist yet, but the projected creation date was early February and that they were taking selections to create a talent pool, essentially. Time will tell as to whether anything comes of this, but I am hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The new house is progressing as well. Sadly, Brandon's grandfather died last week, so I suspect his family is anxious to help move his grandmother in. Once this is complete, we will begin to move other things in to their old house. Our target date is early to mid February, and we've been making efforts toward preparing for this goal. I plan to start basic packing in the near future, leaving the most vital stuff (like the PCs) till last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15624561-113700295617899057?l=jedicor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/feeds/113700295617899057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15624561&amp;postID=113700295617899057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/113700295617899057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/113700295617899057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/2006/01/progress-report.html' title='Progress Report'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03305102897073631536'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561.post-113409071819772363</id><published>2005-12-08T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:11:58.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Away</title><content type='html'>So, a pre-4AM post. I find myself with downtime today, so I felt like making a post. On the way home last night, Greg and I stopped and chatted with Eddie a bit. Come to find out that Eddie might be able to get us a discount on an apartment in his complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This works out pretty good for both of us. While I have no real need to escape my comfortable surroundings, I'd prefer to venture out at some point, and this is as good as any. Greg on the other hand, needs to get away from the little bastards that live in his house, as soon as possible. I'm still looking to see if I can afford it and still have an actual life, so we'll find out what comes of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, they've set a tenative date for Dad's surgery: February 14th. I suppose I'll get more tense about it as time closes the gap, but I'm kinda relaxed right now. Plenty of time to freak out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some new pics in the &lt;a href="http://corran.no-ip.org/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&amp;g2_itemId=10"&gt;snapshot&lt;/a&gt; gallery. Take a look!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15624561-113409071819772363?l=jedicor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/feeds/113409071819772363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15624561&amp;postID=113409071819772363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/113409071819772363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/113409071819772363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/2005/12/up-and-away.html' title='Up and Away'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03305102897073631536'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561.post-113377602460110580</id><published>2005-12-05T04:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T04:47:04.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Site</title><content type='html'>Man, what the hell is wrong with me? All my posts come after 3AM, I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right. The Site. So &lt;a href="http://www.corranhorn.com"&gt;www.corranhorn.com&lt;/a&gt; is now fully live and has the new layout working (so far) without any problems. Report anything you find or I'll have to kill you later for not doing it. The vast majority of the galleries are online in the Photo section, and I'm updating the Snapshot! gallery with pic every few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun on Saturday attending the Geek Squad ReindeerMobile Parade, and hope to have a digitized clip of said parade on the site within a few weeks, but no guarentees. Check the Photo section under Snapshot for some pics from the swarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it's good to have this layout done overall. Gives me time to tweak and add crap as I see fit. Plus I'm proud, since it's fully HTML 4 compliant on every page which I can control the code for. You probably don't care, but it's something that matters to me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15624561-113377602460110580?l=jedicor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/feeds/113377602460110580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15624561&amp;postID=113377602460110580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/113377602460110580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/113377602460110580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/2005/12/site.html' title='The Site'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03305102897073631536'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561.post-113196427911126583</id><published>2005-11-14T05:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T05:32:01.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress and Opportunities</title><content type='html'>Dude, so it's been awhile since I posted. Believe it or not, I've actually been hard at work on stuff for my site and other web projects in general. A &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt; website update is in progress, which will completely renovate my website from scratch. Attached to that will be a totally redone web gallery via PHP Gallery, which I've almost got configured to read my existing picture archive, but we'll see how that goes. For now, take a look at &lt;a href="http://corran.no-ip.org/temp/xwing/test1.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; link for a design preview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays approach. I've got a number of things planned this year, including visits with the family and such. I'm going to attempt to play down the gift-giving this year, with the exception of one big present to a loved one who has earned it lately. As a result, I have to carefully manage my spending in order to afford it. I've gotten a set of raises recently, in what I believe to be an effort to appease the fact that the labor has been cut, and that the position I was informed I might receive has been cut. Oh well, they help with the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to be the one going to the advanced in-home projects sold by our department, regardless of the fact that we have two fully qualified Double Agents who spend all day doing in-homes. Sadly enough, I suspect that my computer knowledge outstrips both of theirs in nearly every field applicable to in-home, and in several of the areas we have recently begun to expand into. There have been many occasions where I receive calls from either of them regarding some oddball problem or issue they run in to. Better yet, I find out that the Geek Squad Standalones (the GS stores outside Best Buy locations) actually have a position for people like me. It's essentially a mix of in-store and in-home expertise in areas such as Servers and Advanced Networking, but the pay is equal to that of a Double Agent! Guess where I want to work now? Better yet, they just opened a standalone in Dallas, about 20 minutes from here. Nobody asked ME if I wanted the job, though :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15624561-113196427911126583?l=jedicor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/feeds/113196427911126583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15624561&amp;postID=113196427911126583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/113196427911126583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/113196427911126583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/2005/11/progress-and-opportunities.html' title='Progress and Opportunities'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03305102897073631536'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561.post-112826269029619514</id><published>2005-10-02T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T10:18:10.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corran!</title><content type='html'>So I'm reading the newest Star Wars book the other day waiting on the guys to arrive so we can go see Serenity, and boy was I in for a shock. They &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; promoted Corran to Jedi Master! His children, Valin and Jysella are both well on the way to becoming Padawans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred pages later, with Luke missing in action for several weeks, the Jedi temporarily elect Corran as the new head of the Jedi Order! It's completely temporary and will go away when Luke returns, but holy crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15624561-112826269029619514?l=jedicor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/feeds/112826269029619514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15624561&amp;postID=112826269029619514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/112826269029619514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/112826269029619514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/2005/10/corran.html' title='Corran!'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03305102897073631536'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561.post-112815088110788383</id><published>2005-10-01T03:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T03:14:41.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Galleries</title><content type='html'>As I listed in the post below this, I've run into some webserver trouble (thanks again Greg) and have been unable to post the wedding galleries and other related pictures. This is just a quick post to provide some raw data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have temporarily hotlinked the images &lt;a href="http://corran.no-ip.org/family/events/joneswedding"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for simple viewing. These are raw pictures directly from Brandon's camera, so I apologize for the huge size and lack of proper filtering. This post will be updated to reflect the proper status once I finish fixing what broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15624561-112815088110788383?l=jedicor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/feeds/112815088110788383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15624561&amp;postID=112815088110788383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/112815088110788383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/112815088110788383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/2005/10/picture-galleries.html' title='Picture Galleries'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03305102897073631536'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561.post-112815036896320007</id><published>2005-10-01T02:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T03:06:08.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Nerds Carry Tools</title><content type='html'>Slight gap here into which I had intended to post some wedding related stuff. Thanks to Greg's recommendation on upgrading some webserver features, my server (and now his!) died. This put a huge kink in the update progress and literally killed my intention to update my page layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onto the topic above. A few months ago I broke my utility knife doing some maintenance on stuff. I went for the longest time without one, but during our recent overnight to upgrade the Precinct at work, I felt the loss pretty heavy. I used Alex's &lt;a href="http://www.lowes.com/lowes/lkn?action=productDetail&amp;productId=73774-000010491-05505L"&gt;Gerber Multitool&lt;/a&gt; several times during the night and was generally pleased with the functionality. Feeling the loss again today, I went out and purchased one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several people (Becca!) make fun of me for wearing my flashlight all the time, but I can't even begin to count the number of times that it's been unbelievably handy when I needed it, including during some post-wedding pranks at the reception. However, as a famous MIT nerd once said, 'Real nerds carry tools', and so I find myself now toting a utility pouch and a flashlight,  one on each hip. At any given time, you can find me carrying a multi-tool, a flash light, a flash drive with all of the software I'd conceivably need to do just about anything helpful, a pen, a pewter lightsaber on my keychain, and other random goodies which vary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15624561-112815036896320007?l=jedicor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/feeds/112815036896320007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15624561&amp;postID=112815036896320007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/112815036896320007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/112815036896320007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/2005/10/real-nerds-carry-tools.html' title='Real Nerds Carry Tools'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03305102897073631536'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561.post-112683825472914589</id><published>2005-09-15T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:56:10.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coming Days</title><content type='html'>So the next few weeks will be mighty busy for me, hence a huge post. There's a shakeup at work in our department and positions are bouncing all over the place as slots open and disappear like hotcakes. There's a wedding coming that I still have to pay my portion for. There's a movie coming out that I can't wait to see. In that order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, they've added a Supervisor position to the Geek Squad, but kept the Senior position. Since you're probably not familiar, let me explain. In Customer Service, there's a Manager, who takes general ownership of the department and it's tasks as a whole. There's a Supervisor, who manages the Seniors and the day to day tasking of the entire department. There are Seniors, who generally watch over a shift or a section of the department as their own area. This makes sense to me, I follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geek Squad, on the other hand, has rapidly become the bastard stepchild of the store in terms of management. All of the employees reported to a Senior, who technically reported to the Customer Service manager, though for all practical purposes, actually reports to the Computers manager. Our performance is judged by our relation to computers, but we list as a Customer Service department section! So now they've added this Supervisor position and kept the Senior. In realistic terms, this Senior is literally going to be doing whatever the Super says at any given time. On the flip side, it theoretically opens up a fulltime slot that I can apply for, so I'm all for whatever the hell they're trying to do with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and David's wedding is rapidly approaching. Scary to think that next Saturday is The Day.  Pranks and jokes abound, we've still yet to prepare for all of our evil deeds. On the off chance that either of them should see this post, I'll just warn you both right now that both of you have solicited the rest of the group's services for at least one or more pranks on the other, so I hope you're ready for that. On the less evil side, these two are damn near perfect for each other and I'm happy to see them take this step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the majority of us are in the wedding in at least one form, we've all got crap to do. Greg and I are candle lighters, as well as sharing Usher duties with Brandon and Adam. Cori is a bridesmaid, and hopefully we won't have to take a shotgun down to ASA Scheduling and ensure that she gets the two days off. This is especially important since she is functioning as the replacement Bridesmaid in the first place! I managed to convince Cori to let me have a picture of her in her bridesmaid dress, and &lt;a href="http://corran.no-ip.org/blog/09-14-05/coridress.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; it is. Everybody take note on your calendars, because this is one of those rare pictures she's pleased with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget that whole movie thing. &lt;a href="http://www.serenitymovie.com/"&gt;Serenity&lt;/a&gt; comes out soon! I've got the evening off and I fully plan to see this movie at least twice in the next few weeks. If you don't know what this movie is, you're sorely lacking and I feel sorry for you. Go buy &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0000AQS0F/qid=1126839281/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-5689913-4189410?v=glance&amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Firefly&lt;/a&gt; and watch the damn thing, for the love of god! Then go see the movie, twice. Over the last few months I managed to convert Greg, Brandon, and Cori to Browncoats and they all plan on seeing it as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15624561-112683825472914589?l=jedicor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/feeds/112683825472914589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15624561&amp;postID=112683825472914589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/112683825472914589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/112683825472914589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/2005/09/coming-days.html' title='The Coming Days'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03305102897073631536'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561.post-112603753762372624</id><published>2005-09-06T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:12:57.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know Crazy People!</title><content type='html'>Click &lt;a href="http://corran.no-ip.org/blog/09-06-05/09-05-05_2032.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; first. Now that you see the crazy people, I'll move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as things do occasionally, Monday of this week (09/05/05) fell into a pseduo-hangout day which, as always, became a computer day. Owing to the fact that The Cave here at the house is resident to most computer days due to the plentiful amounts of power outpets, spare equipment, and network hookups already provided, as well as copious seating in the room itself, people generally use The Cave as a repair shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cori's computer has become gradually more nerfed by Windows and it's general ability to simply die over time. Most of you have experienced it, it just gets slower, and shittier. Apparently Eddie's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's boss's (Did I get that right?) computer died, and so he also made use of The Cave on Monday. Over time we picked up Greg as well, though Brandon was too exhausted from work to make it to the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, crazy people. Cori and I spent most of the late morning and afternoon with me fixing her computer and her playing Warcraft on mine and my laptop's, something which is a semi-regular scene. Around 5PM we received a call from Eddie regarding the Boss^6 machine, and we (Cori) decided that dinner would be best before repairs commenced. Greg became involved around this time, and after some emergency relocation due to various food places being closed, we ended up at Outback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both David and Crystal were there, with Crystal being head waitress and David being our waiter. As they tend to do when we're there, they take their short breaks by sliding into the table with us and eating our food. During this whole process, random BSing resulted in the resurrection of old high school memories of who we hated and loved as teachers. Crystal actually went off the clock during this process and joined us. Testing out my newly repaired cellphone camera, I decided to snap some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to take one of &lt;a href="http://corran.no-ip.org/blog/09-06-05/09-05-05_2023.jpg"&gt;Crystal&lt;/a&gt;, only to find the woman eating my cheese fries! Later, I tried to take one of Eddie during the Sauce Story, which I will cover later, and got a nice one of his expression after a slight misunderstanding of the words. I've got one of &lt;a href="http://corran.no-ip.org/blog/09-06-05/09-05-05_2028.jpg"&gt;Greg&lt;/a&gt;, looking smug and chilled as always during a picture. It just screams Wassap. &lt;a href="http://corran.no-ip.org/blog/09-06-05/09-05-05_2030.jpg"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt;, immediately to my left, wanted to be mysterious, and so here he is. &lt;a href="http://corran.no-ip.org/blog/09-06-05/09-05-05_2031.jpg"&gt;Cori&lt;/a&gt;, to my right, was just happy to get the picture out of the way and move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the thing with Sauce. I order (and here Eddie will ALWAYS echo my order as I say it) a Rockhampton Ribeye, Medium Well, with Cheese on Chips (cheesefries!), and Cori gets the Salad. They bring this fantabulous steak to me on a nice hot plate, with my steak and chips there. However, there's also some sort of dipping sauce on the plate. Normally I don't care, but it does NOT look appetizing. Those who've tried it generally hate it. It looks like a white lump of something nasty, and even worse, when you take it out of the container it comes in, it falls out as one big plop. This stuff is just nasty. So today Eddie takes the rye bread we got with our order and tries to dip it in the sauce. I rescue the bread, but later end up using it as a weapon by dipping it and threatening Eddie with it. He makes it worse by pouring and then spreading this nasty ass sauce all over the bread. &lt;a href="http://corran.no-ip.org/blog/09-06-05/09-05-05_2024.jpg"&gt;Crystal&lt;/a&gt; (with real pic) thought it was funny, and I was getting ready to take a picture of it when she faked licking it! Everybody exploded with laughter when I caught the pic and stored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the day was fairly amusing and very enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15624561-112603753762372624?l=jedicor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/feeds/112603753762372624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15624561&amp;postID=112603753762372624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/112603753762372624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/112603753762372624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-know-crazy-people.html' title='I Know Crazy People!'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03305102897073631536'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15624561.post-112458040048538810</id><published>2005-08-20T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T19:26:40.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>Just initializing the blogspace and ensuring everything is shiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15624561-112458040048538810?l=jedicor.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/112458040048538810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15624561/posts/default/112458040048538810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedicor.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Matt Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01639079161293596757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03305102897073631536'/></author></entry></feed>