Rodney Dangerfield is dead.
Janet Leigh is dead.
I didn't know either of them. Nothing beyond what I have seen in TV and movies. Still, I am saddened. They both touched my life in different ways, helping to form me into who I am today.
I blame the dead.
Rest in peace guys.
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I've talked about my friend Rakesh, who has been treated very badly by the folks at this company.
Originally, they told him that his contract would be finished as of October 1st. Understandably upset, I encouraged him to start searching for another job, which he did. And he found a job, which he will be starting on the 18th. He put in his notice on the 1st, and will be leaving on the 15th.
Well, the company here decided that they really needed somebody to work on a critical piece of code, so they extended his contract out to the 28th of October. Now they are telling him that he can't leave until this task is done.
I've never even imagined that it was possible for a company to have such little disregard for the employees and contractors.
I have reminded Rakesh that he is not a slave, and that he should show them the exact level of loyalty that they showed him.
This place is unreal.
Two hours on the phone, talking to my friend Jessica.
I have good friends.
I miss them terribly.
And now I really miss being touched.