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Curtis Jones

God-fearing, mountain-climbing, software engineer.

📍 Atlanta, GA https://curtisjones.us

Lowest Bidder #001

My first tribute to systems which were evidently contracted to the Lowest Bidder. I have Verizon FIOS at home. I've had it since the day before I moved into my present apartment. It's really quite wonderful. I have their 20/5 service (I think). It goes

Self-Motivation

Why must I play mind games with myself in order to do things that I know I'm capable of doing? This is never truer then when running. If I'm running with someone, I can easily run as far as they can. Not that I have this

Interesting Day

I checked this morning and I still hadn't received my tax refund from either the state or the feds. I checked again this afternoon (I can't help myself - it's like refreshing the UPS/FedEx tracking page - it can't be helped)

Programmer Discrimination

I'm looking at half a dozen new hires. Five males. One female. All Indian. A person inclined to conspiracy theories might wonder if this wasn't coincidental - which conspiratorial tendencies might be fed by the fact that *everyone* else in the office is Indian. Hmm. I

Work and Words

I work with quite a few Indians. Their ability to construct valid sentences and correctly pronounce words varies widely in this office. Several of them who are on the low end of this ability routinely ask me questions. Not once have I understood any of these questions. My response is

Chaos

Three freakin' phone conferences taking place around me. Maddening. I pulled out the headphones and put on some Justice to help quell the pandemonium. Sanity restored.

Grocery Store

I went to the grocery store last night to get toilet paper. Supplies at home are reaching crisis levels. I returned from the grocery store with mango juice, four apples and a half gallon of milk. No toilet paper. I'm going to try again today.

Where You Was

If, at the time, I had been thinking about the fact that I spent the second half of last week in Atlanta, then I wouldn't have had to ask for clarification when one of my many (many) non-native-English-speaking co-workers asked me: Where you was? Astounded as I was

Phone Interview Part 2

I nailed it. I did it. Thankfully, there were no complexity analysis questions. The majority of the time was taken with discussing on various levels a single concept - which amounts to what I would describe as open-ended problem solving. And then there was one otherwise off-topic algorithm question, which

Haggling

I've always been leery of handing out money. And by that I don't mean helping out a friend or family member. I expect that a certain level of responsibility is inherent if one has to work for one's money. That's not to

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