9:26 a.m., 11.12.04
Approaching Terminal Velocity.

I started a new job yesterday, as a software consultant. I sort of bullshitted my way through the interviews and now I'm in way over my head.

After a half-hour of "induction" (filling in forms), I was whisked straight over to one of the biggest client sites.

I had a seven minute briefing with the site project manager and the Business Development guy, and then I was straight in to see the two general managers of the gaming floors at the biggest casino in town to get software requirements from them.

The project manager told me "you'll need to hit the ground sprinting, and it will only get quicker from here."

My biggest achievemet of the day was being able to move about a dozen things from the "I didn't know that i didn't know that" column right over into the "now I KNOW I don't know shit about that" column.

If I make it through a month here, I'm going to feel like king dingaling.

The job couldn't have started at a worse time either - right in the middle of a 5-gig week with the singing group and the band.

Everything's taking off like crazy right now, I feel like I'm on a runaway train. The band's been playng the Espy, the Tote and a bunch of other reasonably good venues, and gathering momentum. Plus I'm gonna be on telly a bit in the new year.

And I bought Half-life 2. So I haven't had time to scratch my arse. Anyone want to volunteer to do it for me?

Aw, come on, I can point out allllll the itchy bits.

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