So we finally moved (well, thats two weeks ago now). It was
UHaul action time, I took the
truck down
to Sunnyvale to pick up yakk and his stuff
(of
course, as soon as we started moving stuff out, it began to
rain,
duh), and then went on to Eazel to pick up
jsh and
his furniture (a lot less than any of us). After unloading
at the new
place, we went to pick up my crap and then the move was
complete, yay,
time for beer at the kilowatt.
The
next morning
disaster struck - first off, I had to return the truck by 7,
so I got
up at 6. Then the truck just wouldn't start, the batteries
seemed to
be utterly dead. Now I was pretty sure that we didn't leave
any lights
on, and I had noted that the battery indicator had been on
all day
during the move. So I went down to the UHaul place and
explained my
issues, and they told me to call their repair center number.
So I
waddled back to the truck, found a payphone and called. It
took about
an hour to actually get them to send a guy by, during which
I was
standing in the rain, enjoying the scenery that is 16th
street sunday
morning at 7 till 8, really wonderfull, I'd suggest that to
anyone
coming by. So finally the repair dude called back and said
he'd be at
the truck in twenty minutes (woohoo). After a few attempts
at
jumpstarting the truck, he also arrives at the brilliant
conclusion
that both batteries are utterly dead. So he ends up
replacing them
before the truck will even sound like the old piece of crap
it is.
So I conclude the affair with having to search
frantically for a
gas station that has diesel, drive the truck back and almost
have to
pay 40$ for being four hours late (which I didn't).
Thereafter I went
back to the old apt to clean on the rest of my room, and the
move was
complete.
Of course now we have do deal with a property manager who
seems to
be fucking people over. The add for the apt mentioned the
great view
from the roofdeck, even had a picture. When we looked at the
place,
and signed the lease, we were told we could use the roofdeck
and the
lease specifically mentions that we can use the roof. Of
course then
the people who moved into the topfloor apartment (which is a
two-story
apt of which the top story is on the roof) were told that
the roofdeck
was exclusively theirs. So now we either fight it out with
them or
with the property managers. In addition to that, the two
windows where
the frames are broken still haven't been fixed and we still
miss keys
for various doors. Too much shit to deal with right now...
... since the company also just laid of more than forty
people,
basically everyone but a few managers (founders) and
engineering got
laid off. So we release version 1.0 and lay off about 60% of
the
staff, that was a pretty though day for many of the
eazelites. Apparently with the generel dropping stock
market, some
investors pulled out and therefore we did not get the third
round of
funding we wanted (which should also have been our last). By
laying
off all those people, the company can continue a bit longer,
giving us
a chance to raise the needed money - it's going to be a
though few
months now.
This also means that I might not be able to go to Guadec,
since
everyone will be doing 14 hour workdays the next few months
(again...) - that would totally blow.
So Kvan just visited me for a few days, he was in the
states for
his annual cigar-smoking-visiting thing. Amongst things we
did was
getting drunk, driving down highway 1 to Santa Cruz
(beaches), Fry's,
go to a cigar lounge and meet with other cigar people,
shopping spree
in Japantown, looking at traffic accidents on Market Street.
Luckily I
had gotten three days off this week (after working three
weeks
straight), so I took wednedsday till friday off to hang out
with Kvan,
just dropped him off at the airport again...
Tja, så man må sgu nok sige at nedsvinget lige
pludselig ramte
os smak mellem øjnene. Vi har gryn til nogle måneder, men
hvis der
ikke sker noget så lukker og slukkes biksen, hvilket jo
unægteligt
ville sutte temmeligt meget. Men jeg agter at blive ved til
den bitre
ende og så se om vi overlever eller om jeg skal på
jobmarkedet
igen.
Det hårde smæk er at jeg nok ikke kommer til dk igenigen,
det
stinker unægteligt. Problemet er at så snart jeg er ude af
thermostaterne skal jeg til en ambassade for at få stemplet
mit
pas. Og det kan snildt tage dem en uges tid (pga. deres
latterlige
åbningstider), hvoffor jeg skulle have mindst halvanden uge
i
Københavnstrup og det er lige akkurat lidt for lang tid.
Det må man jo nok sige alt i alt sutter væmmeligt meget,
finder ud
af det i løbet af ugen.
(summary for the danish
impaired : fuck off).
