Do they have openings on Monster?
"News of the hijacking lifted global crude prices above $58 a barrel - meaning that the content of the vessel could be worth up to $116million on the open market."
Hmm...Piracy seems to be far more lucrative than 'puter stuff. Maybe I'll change careers.
Pro: lucrative
Con: Have to live in Somalia
Pro: No more office job
Con: Unlikely to offer benefits plan
Pro: Get to put "pirate" on my resume
Con: transitioning back to traditional career probably difficult
Pro: get to carry cool guns
Con: US Navy very good marksmen
Pro: Sat phones and Sat nav.
Con: Commuting to work
Readers are invited to add other pro/con in the comments
Hmm...Piracy seems to be far more lucrative than 'puter stuff. Maybe I'll change careers.
Pro: lucrative
Con: Have to live in Somalia
Pro: No more office job
Con: Unlikely to offer benefits plan
Pro: Get to put "pirate" on my resume
Con: transitioning back to traditional career probably difficult
Pro: get to carry cool guns
Con: US Navy very good marksmen
Pro: Sat phones and Sat nav.
Con: Commuting to work
Readers are invited to add other pro/con in the comments
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There was no budget for everyone to get a laptop, so there was an "on-call laptop." (There was also an on-call mobile phone. A *big* one. But that's another story.)
One Friday, I had a very bad week. So I saved this text file in the root of the C: drive on the on-call laptop, don't remember the name of it but it was "Twenty-five reasons why I should quit my job and become a goat farmer." Lots of whiny, annoying references to the inconveniences of on-call network troubleshooting. All goats are Y2K compliant...ethernet goats don't care if they're penned up next to token-ring goats...if a goat "crashes" at one in the morning, nobody cares...
Fourteen weeks later, it was my turn to be on-call again.
I got the laptop.
The text file was still there.
It was called "Ninety reasons why I should quit my job and become a goat farmer."
Next time I got the laptop, it swelled to 130 or so.
It went up past 300 before I lost track of what happened to that laptop.
Pirate? Aaaarghh...
RW: Find a refiner who's willing to take it I suppose. If I knew I surely wouldn't be whining about not having a job. I'd be singing Somali sea shantys and riding the high seas.