okay day
Bleah. Today was okay. I feel like I’m drifting at work, like what I’m doing isn’t really going to have any impact on anything. Just show up, push some pixels around, and check my direct deposit every other Friday.
I guess I feel this way every once in awhile, and then something more exciting eventually comes along. Wash, rinse, repeat. But that’s the thing: being able to have input on what does come along seems to be getting more scarce these days.
Sigh. It’s not my ballgame at that place anymore. At least, not the way it used to be. Or, even if it was never my ballgame, at least it felt like it was at the time. The dot-com rush is officially over.
Schooled my co-worker in Quake today. He must have left his A game in his car.
Also drove out to Westchester after work. Matt lives out there, and I had to tape him singing and playing a new song so I could start work on it. Westchester is a surprisingly nice suburban-like residential area of Los Angeles, even though it’s right next to LAX. There is a house for sale on his street - I looked it up in the MLS and it’s going for nearly $600,000!
I guess I won’t be buying a house in L.A. I look every once in awhile - not that I’m ready to buy a house, but I’m just seeing what’s available. The real estate market here is absurd. Beat-up old fixer-uppers in semi-nice neighborhoods are going for $250,000, and nice but small houses on small tracts (like, look-out-your-window-and-see-your-neighbor-picking-his-nose small) start at least around half a million. Even if I could afford that much (let’s be clear here - I can’t), it just doesn’t make sense to me to buy a 50-year old tract house for $500,000. Anywhere else in the country (except for New York or San Francisco maybe), half a million will get you a brand new frickin’ mansion on a multi-acre plot of land. I don’t understand where all of the money in this country is coming from - or, at least, I don’t know how to get it in those quantities. Yet.
Time to go to bed. c-yuh!