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I’ll be the first to admit, I’m not the most patient person in the world. I will gladly sit in a queue for Warsong Gulch for two hours to get my Alliance ass-kicking on (FROST SHOCK!), but sitting by the phone is not my thing.

I had my Google on-site interview last week. These guys have the most drawn out interview process ever. I’ve had 2 phone interviews, each lasting an hour, and the on-site interview lasted about 3.5 hours. I felt like I wanted to start crying near the end of it. One of the guys found my weak point (networking) and started nailing me on it with questions asking about packet headers and whatnot. I want to work with him, now. I want to eat his brains. So I sit here waiting somewhat patiently. I know that with the exception of the guy that nailed me on networking, I did pretty well. I was feeling pretty good about all of it up until that point. Hopefully I’ll know something by later this week.

My Macbook Pro has its first dent. Google Boy knocked it off the end of the couch, then lied about it, telling me that it was fine. He changed his story a few seconds later, saying that it didn’t fall, it slid. He’s a shitty liar, and I’m pissed. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m hell on laptops, but I’ve been very careful with this one since I first got it, and he’s the first person to damage it in any way. He drops his sometimes and it’s no big deal, but that’s because he didn’t spend 2.5k on his. No, work got it for him. Fuckhead. I can’t even look at him without wanting to rip his head off and feed it to a murlock.