Nightturkey:
Wow.
I have a different, yet also surreal set of feelings on my ride to work beginning at 5:30 AM.
The first mile or so takes me west along a major collector road towards a crosstown freeway, and the quality of the homes and neighborhoods starts to deteriorate rapidly. I, too, see very few cars moving about at this time of day, and all of them are police cruisers.
I then cut northwest for about a half a mile on a paved, multi-use path which runs parallel to an irrigation canal. Yes, it is pretty quiet: only the gurgling of the water in the canal on my right and the puking and coughing sounds of the drunks and vagrants sleeping in the bushes on my left.
I reach the east noise abatement wall of the freeway and turn north. The balance of my eight mile ride to work consists of crossing several collector streets and major arterials while dodging the broken beer and wine bottles and other flotsam thrown out of the crack houses on my right and from speeding automobiles on the elevated freeway on my left.
As I approach my office, I have one, sort of dreamy, activity to accomplish. It consists of attempting to cross a really busy major arterial without getting hit by a car driven by a psychopath who speeds up the second his headlights paint and light up the reflectors on my panniers and spinning wheels. Actually, "nightmare" would be a more appropriate word than "dreamy."
Ahem.
So, tell me: what is job situation like for Network Engineers/Administrators in the Carolinas?
BluesCat
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