After I left the power plant and went to work for Dell on August 20, 2001, I wrote letters back to my friends at the plant letting them know how things were going. This is the fifty seventh letter I wrote.
11/08/02 – Dell and Dell again
Dear friends from the Mid-Dellish Territories,
I know I haven’t written in a couple of weeks, and I apologize. I have been working on some projects that have required all my time. Even the time I would normally take to “Network”. I have only a few minutes to type this letter, so if I have typos, it’s because I’m trying to type this as fast as I can and I’m not stopping to correct my mistakes.
I have a project due on Monday, and another one due next Friday, and I have about 3 more weeks left worth of work to finish them, so I am working extra fast. — I think they put something in our water here so that we keep working faster and faster.
Sometimes my fingers keep on typing even when I’ve left the building and I’m trying to drive home. Then when I am eating dinner, I keep spilling the stuff on my fork into my lap, because my fingers keep dancing around all over the place. — I may not be getting a lot of exercise, but you should see the biceps my fingers have developed.
Anyway, I have about 3 weeks, and then I have a string of vacations set up that will take me to the end of the year. I have off most of Thanksgiving week. Then I work for a week, then I take a week off to go to Disney World, then I work for another week, then I take a week off for Christmas, then it’s the New Year. I can’t wait.
I hope everything is going well for you guys. I suppose you have been getting the cold weather the same as us. The other day, it actually dipped down into the lower 50s!!!! Gee. There were those confused faces again. Those people who don’t own jackets were briskly walking into the building wondering why their teeth kept vibrating together.
Today, it finally warmed back up to almost 80. — Well. I can tell that Fall is finally here. — The Monsoon season is finally over—-I hope. Anyway. I don’t think I’ll have to mow my lawn until Spring, or until the HOA (Home Owner’s Association) comes by and tells me to mow it, just so it has that pristine “just mowed” look.
I don’t have any great plans for the weekend. I’m just going to sit around and think about the project that I’m supposed to put into production on Monday. I’ve tested it. I’ve run it a bunch of times. I’ve added all kinds of Error-handling code to it, so that it shouldn’t break.
So, of course, you know what that means…….. The whole thing will just not work for some unknown reason when it is put in production, just like Mr. Ed would quit talking when other people were around and Wilbur is trying to convince them that Mr. Ed really CAN talk.
Oh. Oh. It’s Friday afternoon, and it’s almost 5:00, and I’m sitting in a guest cube by the Data Warehouse guys, and you know what that means!!!!
If I don’t leave now, I’ll have to take part in a bunch of conversation that I don’t understand either because they’re in a foreign language (probably Greek, since that’s one of the two foreign languages that I don’t understand), or because they are in Geek (since that is the second foreign language that I don’t quite understand. — Though I’m learning). So — I’m outta here. Talk to you all later.
Your Typing Dell Programmer from a Typical Tiny Cubicle in the Temporary area of the Data Warehouse aisle of Dell’s Parmer South Campus,
Kevin James Anthony Breazile
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Kevin J. Breazile
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