The problem is that I'm good but I'm not brilliant, and I was competeing with many brilliant people for jobs. The severance package? Feh. It was okay, but not stellar. I stayed in Seattle searching for work until the money ran out, at which point I had to move back to Montana (since I have friends here and had a place to live while trying to find employment).
Montana does not have very good wages. At least I'm not doing phone surveys for minimum wage anymore. That was awful. Just one step above telemarketer.
You fools! Four is the number of the pixels and the number of the pixels shall be four! Not two! Not three, unless one then proceedeth to four! Five is right out!
When I was hired at Real the stock price was around $52-$54 dollars per share. I was given 10,000 shares in exchange for lower pay. Later the stock tanked, diving down to $9 per share.
Real then did what was viewed at the time as the coolest thing ever: The stock re-entrant program thingy (I forget exactly what it was called.) What it meant was that whatever the stock price was on August 31st of that year would be retroactively applied to our shares, including those that had already vested.
Rock on. Quite a few of us signed up for it on the promise of making our now-worthless shares valuable again. There was some fine print, of course. We had to remain employed at Real or we would lose all our stock, including vested shares.
The bastards fired us one month before the deadline. No warning. Our floor managers didn't even know until that morning that 15% of the entire company would be layed off that day.
I went out for lunch (yummy fish tacos!) and when I returned there was a group of employees and some security guards outside the front door. They weren't letting anyone in. After half an hour word spread that there were layoffs happening but we didn't have any details.
Finally a guy in a really expensive suit came down and told us to go home. We be getting a phone call later that evening to let us know if we still had a job.
The next day I was unemployeed and competing with 30,000 other out-of-work programmers in the Seattle area for jobs.
Now I'm back in Montana making $9/hr and eating a fair amount of ramen.
The way they fight their wars? Probably so. Suicide runs, unmetered plundering of resources until they are gone, smiting the enemy into oblivion even if it takes wave after wave of suicide attacks, etc...
Warcraft III should really be called Battlecraft. It's fun, but it's no way to actually fight a war.
Yeah, he's too busy on his Iraq map trying to figure out how to build his own Town Hall, Barracks, Blacksmith, and just where the hell to find trees to up his lumber.
Boy, my astrophysics is bad! After reading through other comments I see that the planet would have to be the same size with that mass for my weight prediction to be accurate. I think someone calculated a little over 2g's so one could safely stand on the surface and not be crushed into a puddle of biology.
Whenever someone says, "I understand it, I just can't articulate it," what they really mean is, "I don't understand it."
What a load of crap.:) What happens when your right brain comprehends something but is unable to properly communicate the idea to the language center in your left brain? (Very few people have language centers in their right brain.)
What happens is you have an understanding of something that you are unable to put into words.
Although there may have been some grass smoking involved...
Smoking "grass" generally leads one to the "opposite mindset" that Darl and "SCO" follow. I think "drinking" would be a more appropriate "word" choice.
After reading the above sentences I find I have this urge to stand on my desk and repeatedly scream, "IN A VAN, DOWN BY THE RIVER!".
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It's great for us low-budget filmmakers too! (Have to buy older versions though. The new one is still to pricey. If only I didn't need to eat...)
The problem is that I'm good but I'm not brilliant, and I was competeing with many brilliant people for jobs. The severance package? Feh. It was okay, but not stellar. I stayed in Seattle searching for work until the money ran out, at which point I had to move back to Montana (since I have friends here and had a place to live while trying to find employment).
Montana does not have very good wages. At least I'm not doing phone surveys for minimum wage anymore. That was awful. Just one step above telemarketer.
Where the hell are my "funny" points when I need 'em?
So now, I hope to meet my future wife by giving invites to women.
I was going to say this sounds really pathetic, but only because I'm jealous that you thought of it first.
Or at least which overlord is in front.
You fools! Four is the number of the pixels and the number of the pixels shall be four! Not two! Not three, unless one then proceedeth to four! Five is right out!
"If the monitor fills your field of vision you are too close."
But... but... that's the perfect viewing distance for watching Attak Of Teh Clonez!
Boo hoo hoo. Cry me a fucking river. How pathetic. You disgust me.
Aw, don't feel bad. I disgust a lot of people! Why, they line up just to see how disgusted they can be!
The river-crying is going to be more difficult. I don't know if I can actually pull it off but I'll start drinking gallons of water right now.
*glug* *glug* *glug*
*splort*
MY SPLEEN! I'VE RUPTURED MY SPLEEN!
Key phrase: "I was given 10,000 shares in exchange for lower pay." And that was just the icing on the great big fuck-you cake.
100% true.
I'm kinda suprised that I haven't seen any posts from other ex-employees who also got fscked over during that layoff.
Someone needs to mod parent up!
When I was hired at Real the stock price was around $52-$54 dollars per share. I was given 10,000 shares in exchange for lower pay. Later the stock tanked, diving down to $9 per share.
Real then did what was viewed at the time as the coolest thing ever: The stock re-entrant program thingy (I forget exactly what it was called.) What it meant was that whatever the stock price was on August 31st of that year would be retroactively applied to our shares, including those that had already vested.
Rock on. Quite a few of us signed up for it on the promise of making our now-worthless shares valuable again. There was some fine print, of course. We had to remain employed at Real or we would lose all our stock, including vested shares.
The bastards fired us one month before the deadline. No warning. Our floor managers didn't even know until that morning that 15% of the entire company would be layed off that day.
I went out for lunch (yummy fish tacos!) and when I returned there was a group of employees and some security guards outside the front door. They weren't letting anyone in. After half an hour word spread that there were layoffs happening but we didn't have any details.
Finally a guy in a really expensive suit came down and told us to go home. We be getting a phone call later that evening to let us know if we still had a job.
The next day I was unemployeed and competing with 30,000 other out-of-work programmers in the Seattle area for jobs.
Now I'm back in Montana making $9/hr and eating a fair amount of ramen.
Remember when you fired us all with no warning and stole all our stock options through a technicality?
That sucked.
*clap* *clap* *clap* *clap*
The way they fight their wars? Probably so. Suicide runs, unmetered plundering of resources until they are gone, smiting the enemy into oblivion even if it takes wave after wave of suicide attacks, etc...
Warcraft III should really be called Battlecraft. It's fun, but it's no way to actually fight a war.
Fine, fine, I'll go recode my mp3s at a gazillion bits per second.
Yeah, he's too busy on his Iraq map trying to figure out how to build his own Town Hall, Barracks, Blacksmith, and just where the hell to find trees to up his lumber.
Boy, my astrophysics is bad! After reading through other comments I see that the planet would have to be the same size with that mass for my weight prediction to be accurate. I think someone calculated a little over 2g's so one could safely stand on the surface and not be crushed into a puddle of biology.
Seeing as how the average adult human would weigh over 1000 pounds on that planet, I'm guessing it's not a real good idea to send colonists there.
Maybe if they made a zillion and one Jar Jar clones and then kill off each one in a horrible, ungodly painful manner? I'd watch three movies of that.
Whenever someone says, "I understand it, I just can't articulate it," what they really mean is, "I don't understand it."
:) What happens when your right brain comprehends something but is unable to properly communicate the idea to the language center in your left brain? (Very few people have language centers in their right brain.)
What a load of crap.
What happens is you have an understanding of something that you are unable to put into words.
(+1, Way To Farking Accurate)?
I can't stand to use Maya PLE because that watermark also appears in the smooth-shaded window as well! Annoying as hell to work with.
If the watermark was just on rendered output then I'd be fine with it but having it right in the perspective window? Hate it. Won't use it.
Hey! I'll have you know that once we got that last can-string-can connection in place out internet has been working at a blazing 1kbit/sec!
Although there may have been some grass smoking involved...
Smoking "grass" generally leads one to the "opposite mindset" that Darl and "SCO" follow. I think "drinking" would be a more appropriate "word" choice.
After reading the above sentences I find I have this urge to stand on my desk and repeatedly scream, "IN A VAN, DOWN BY THE RIVER!".